I used to be crazy in shape.
Now I’m just in a crazy shape.
Before Hermione, I worked out at least 5 times a week. If I only worked out 4 days in a week, I considered myself a complete failure. I would think, “Oh my gosh! I suck! I need to go run laps!” And I would.
I’m not kidding.
My first “big girl” job that I had right out of college was as a technical writer for a government contracting company. I would walk up and down the stairs over and over during my morning and afternoon breaks, and then I would run laps outside during lunch. Seriously.
My, how times have changed. I’m lucky if I get to work out twice a week, let alone 5!
Exercising used to give me so much energy! Now its such a chore. Used to while I ran I would think: “I am burning so many calories right now!” These days my thoughts are: “I could be sleeping right now. Or sitting in my recliner, getting some peace and quiet because its Hermione’s nap time.”
I was just starting to be able to accept my body and then I got pregnant. That’s proof that God has a sense of humor!
And even though I’m back down to my pre-pregnancy weight, I’m not back to my pre-pregnancy size. Things have been…shifted. And areas of my body that I didn’t know could jiggle, jiggle.
My nephew likes to do this thing where he sneaks up behind you and punches your backside. Last time he did it, I said, “Noah, what did I say about that?”
He grinned and replied, “Not to do it because it makes your booty jiggle!” He then exploded into laughter. And why wouldn’t he? Jiggling booties are pretty funny. They fall into the same category as burps and farts.
I used to think that I would absolutely freak out if I didn’t get my “body back”. But now that I’ve lived through pregnancy and labor, I couldn’t give the furry crack of a rat’s behind. For so many reasons, too many to list now. Yeah, I get a little frustrated when I can’t button certain pants or outfits I used to love I now can’t stand because they don’t look the same, but I’m okay with that. And that fact alone shows that I’ve come a LONG way. There are so many other things I need to spend my time thinking about rather than my weight. (Like if I can sneak in a nap before Hermione wakes up from her’s!)
Don’t get me wrong, I still workout and try to be healthy. I want to be able to take care of Hermione, Huff the Hubs, and myself, so I want to be as efficient as possible (and if that means skipping a nap and hopping on the elliptical, I’ll do it). BUT, my weight doesn’t control my life like it used to. The scale used to OWN me; but not anymore! I’ve broken free from those chains! Free at last, free at last!
What about you? Are you comfortable with your post-baby body? Are you working toward any goals? Are there ways you sneak in exercise? Have you broken free from the scale’s control? Got any tips for me and my readers?