Dear Body, Can We Go Back to the Way We Were?

The day I gave birth I was a little over 200lbs. The day I got pregnant I was about 148lbs. Now, well about 4 weeks ago when I last weighed myself, I was 178lbs.

Dealing with this post baby body has been a challenge. All my life I’ve loved wearing tight clothes. Body con dresses, tight shirts, pretty much anything slim fit. I’m working out and eating (mostly) right and trying to be patient. But damn it! I wanna fit into my clothing and have it make sense. I pretty much need a whole ass new wardrobe now. Can’t squeeze sensibly into a body con when I look 4 months pregnant.

I gotta keep telling myself that it took 9 months to put on, I should give it at least 9 to get off. And, I got a beautiful baby girl out of all this. But damn it, summer coming and I have beach bumming and two pieces to wear! June is RIGHT there!

I’m tired of defending being bigger by telling people I just had a baby 3 months ago. I just over it!

I guess I gotta start drinking my gin with club soda instead of with juice to save a few calories!

I Can’t Straighten My Arm!!

Ahhh, here we go with that all to familiar post gym soreness. Three days later and right on time I’m barely able to lift my arm because my bicep is so sore.

Is this normal? I’m pretty sure I pulled something 😭😭. Maybe my muscles have dry rotted from lack of use and are now falling apart.

I didn’t go too hard. I promise 😭. Well I think. My arm is definitely protesting the irregular use. I’m really glad I decided not to start with legs. I’m not looking forward to that pain. I work in a third floor walk up.

Wow. I just thought about how navigating those stairs are going to be killer. I mean, now that I’m thinking about it, do I REALLY need to get rid of the cellulite on my ass and thighs? I’m pretty sure I’ll learn to love them all the same. Why do they have to die because of my overzealous need to lose the baby weight? Don’t they deserve the chance to thrive?

I’d just like to say, as of this posting, leg day has been postponed indefinitely!

Back to the Gym: Day One

It’s another post a day May! 3rd year in a row. Whoot!!!

I went to the gym today. Woke up at 5:00am and dragged my ass to workout. I. Am. FAT.

I’m being relatively patient with the excess weight. I’ve just had a kid. That’s a great excuse to be fat or fluffy. Or whatever.

I’ll take it slow. It took 9 months to put on the weight so I’ll give myself 9 months from today to have lost all (most) of it.

Working out is the easy part. I am not looking forward to cleaning up my diet. Summer is coming. The time for vodka lemonades and beers on the beach or a boat. The time for eating 6 bags of potato chips cause that’s all that they have on Lucy after a long day. I’m a vegetarian who genuinely does not like salads. This is gonna be tough.

Anyways, cheers to this new journey!