A few weeks back, I shared with you that I have begun my journey to get back to my pre-baby weight. I originally started slowly in December by exercising 3 times per week. Without making any changes to my diet.
After doing that for about a month, I decided it was time to increase my workouts to 4 times per week. Then, I cut out my worst enemy…potato chips. I mean, I’ve always eaten chips but I was obsessed with them during my pregnancy and never let them go.
After a few more weeks of exercising on my cycling bike for 4 days per week. I didn’t notice much of a weight difference. So, I went back to a tried and true workout…HIIT! Which stands for High Intensity Interval Training. I used to do it all of the time before getting pregnant. I know that it works. Especially when combined cardio on my non-HIIT days.
So, that’s where I am right now. Eating right and exercising for 5 days per week. Am I seeing a difference now? Yes…I certainly am. But I’ve realized something. I need to calm down!
Healthy living and being active has been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember. So, gaining 35 pounds during pregnancy was a big deal for me! Looking in the mirror was horrific.
Then something changed…
It was on a day that I was doing a HIIT workout in my living room while my baby watched from his playpen. He started crying and wanted me to pick him up. I kept stopping to soothe him and to breastfeed. For a millisecond, I got frustrated. All I wanted to do was get this workout done so I could be one step closer to my weight loss goal. But it suddenly dawned on me to live in the moment. He would only be this small for a small amount of time. All he knows is that he wants his Mama. And I’ll I’ve ever want was to be his Mama.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me. History has shown that the weight will come off with consistency. I’ve done it before. I know this, for sure. Who cares if it took me 1 hour to do a 30 minute workout. I should be proud of the fact that my body was able to produce this beautiful baby boy. Relish in the kisses and hugs I get from my baby. That’s what really matters.
My son adores me. My husband does too. And I’ve decided to love my post pregnancy body just as much as I loved my pre-pregnancy body. I reach my goal, when I reach my goal. And I’m perfectly satisfied with that.
If you can related, let me know how you got through it in the comments…
Stay Fearless 💋