6 Weeks

In 6 weeks we’ve got a couple of events happening and I want to look as good as possible for. The baby weight has gone down but my tummy, butt and thighs still feel flabby. The chocolate and biscuits I’ve been eating over the past few months haven’t helped, nor has making the excuse that since I’m breastfeeding I can eat what I want.

Of course I can, but there will be consequences.

I generally eat healthy. Oats with fruit and nuts for breakfast, eggs and tomato on toast for lunch, and a tuna pasta salad or stir fry with lots of veggies for dinner. That’s more or less my daily diet with a latte thrown in, a biscuit here and there, chocolate and a glass of red wine most evenings after Jack’s asleep.

For the next seven weeks I’m swapping the sweets for carrot sticks and hummus dip, reducing my portion sizes at dinner time, drinking more water, and spending more time moving my ass. So this means more running (3 times per week), more strength training (kettle bells and yoga 2-3 times per week), and walking most days of the week.

I feel confident that I can drop the last 2kg of my baby weight and maybe a little bit extra. It’ll take work and perseverance but six weeks is a good time frame and it means I don’t have time to get bored or hit a plateau.

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Slowly but surely

Do you ever know you need to do something but fail to do it anyway?

That’s how I’m feeling right now.

I need to get my ass into gear. It’s been 12 weeks since I gave birth. I’ve got Jack looking at me as I type this calling out for my attention. He rarely calls out for attention so when it does happen I listen. He’s such a placid child.

I had a c-section and I find it weird calling it giving birth. Of course it’s giving birth. I need to give myself some credit.

So what’s the point of this story? Well I need to start training. I’m walking every day. I’ve gone out for a few runs. My longest so far was yesterday, 25minutes. Seems lame in comparison to what I used to run but it’s not lame. I had a kid 12 weeks ago. I shouldn’t be expecting so much of myself, I would never expect it of anyone else.

My body will take time to heal. My mind will too. I love my role as a mother but I miss my role as an athlete. Slowly but surely I will return to form. I fit into most of my pre pregnancy clothes, now I’d like to get back my fitness level and my muscle tone.

Slowly but surely it will happen.