Two weeks ago I set out on a very important journey. And it’s all about losing the baby weight after forty.
I’ve already begun down this long road and just thinking about it is still daunting. I know there is a camp that would say, “Just enjoy your baby, don’t worry about it right now.”
Naw. That’s not my style. Trust me. Mr. Wonderful and I are a snuggly mess. But I can’t hide in a maternity moo-moo all fall now can I? I’ve got skinny jeans, sheaths, boots, LBDs and more hanging in my closet and calling my name. “Yo! Angela! We’re hanging here gathering dust! Take us out! Rock us, please!” Plus, it’s almost fall. And fall fashions make my heart flip-flop.
I’ve done this whole crappy routine five times before… gained 35-50, lose 35-50…. over and over and over and over and over again…
This time I’m over 40. Oh. My. Gosh. Did I just say that???
Me???? Over forty???? No. Freakin’. Way.
It simply can’t be. But alas, time marches on. And yeap, I pack it on when I’m expecting. Like a friggen’ moose. It doesn’t help that my body completely looses the ability to tell me that it’s full. I can just eat, and eat, and eat and eat…. and it’s wonderful and delicious but then that baby is born and I think, “YIKES! What have I done!?”
I feel like I’m standing at the base of Mount Everest. I’m not naturally thin by any means. Au contraire, this figure of mine lives to be… THICK. My DNA flips me the bird every chance it gets. I’m a shorty and all Germanic, “strong like bull” if you catch my drift. Sigh. And so I set out once again to get a handle on myself after having this baby number six. It’s gonna be tough. I can tell. Mr. Wonderful was born seven weeks ago and that initial woosh of weight loss (30 pounds so far) has come to a screeeeetching halt. I can feel it. From here on out it’s gonna be a tooth and nail battle to fit into my favorite skirt and jeans this winter and I’m not too happy about it. It’s just so much dang work. I’ve got friends that say, “I just can’t seem to keep the weight on when I’m nursing…” Oh my goodness, I’d be so geeked if I could ever utter those words. But you gotta shake what your momma gave you and that’s simply not in the cards for me.
But you know what? I’m gonna do it. I can’t go out and buy an entire new wardrobe, now can I?
Hubby bought me a groovy Fitbit for my birthday and I have to say, I’m really, really enjoying it. Being someone who is obsessed with hitting goals, that little alarm that sounds when I hit my 10,000 steps for the day thrills me. Plus, it’s fun to know that those grueling Turbo Fire workouts actually burn some calories. So, I wear it every day. But of course, I add an accompanying bracelet to make it stylish. Hahaha
My workouts right now are Turbo Fire. It’s too hot to run and I need that motivation that Chalene gives when she’s hollering at you from the screen,
Guess what, You’re not tired!
You can do this!
Go for broke!
120 days of six days a week. Good lord, my flat feet ache at the thought. But it works and there is nothing like simply following a plan that you know will make a difference. Come October, once we are settled with homeschooling I will go back to running and my trainer too. Cause he’s awesome. (Thank you doTERRA for perks like being able to afford a personal trainer!!!!)
So that’s the physical plan. The food plan is simple. Grow and raise it like a Farmgirl and eat like a Parisienne. Enjoy delicious food and red wine but with some serious self-control. I’m not a dieter. Life is too short for that. And I’m no martyr. I love food and I’ll never say no to a slice of chocolate cake. It’ll just be a small slice that’s all.
As far as the mental plan, that’s the tough one. There’s no new sports bra or activity counting gadget that can overcome the mental battle I have before each workout or when standing before a piping hot thin crust pizza. I have to remind myself how bad I want this and how much I love that Kelly Green Ralph Lauren little number hanging up in my closet. It’s the long haul that wears my mind down. Knowing that the good things in life are worth fighting for but they take time. Fight, I will.
I’ll be cracked out on my favorite Motivate oil the whole time that’s all!
If you’re a new mom reading this, let me say this: Your body grew a baby. That is an amazing and totally glorious thing. Chances are, the pregnancy trashed that body too. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Our stupid body-shaming culture is out of control. If you want to get back in shape, do it for yourself. Do it so you can keep up with your beautiful children. Do it to keep those muscles young and strong… so you can garden, lift rocks, haul hay, run on the beach… if it’s important to you then don’t let your body get away from you. I’m going to share this Losing the Baby Weight After Forty journey with you every five pounds. Join me! It may take the better part of a year but you can do it.
I know I’m gonna.