Saturday, September 1, 2012

I'm a mom of a one year old??

This time last year, I had just held my little one for the first time.  I'm still amazed at what the Lord has done through this last year.  But, I'm saving the sappy post for when I have the pictures of his part-ay to show you.  But looking back on this year there are two rather selfish things I wanted to mention:

1) I have officially nursed my son for one. whole. year.  Anyone who has nursed, even for a shorter time frame, knows that that is a miracle.  I pumped for 9 months while I was working and was fortunate enough to meet Easton's needs every day.  I loved every second of nursing (and hated every second of pumping).  For some mothers, it just isn't their thing or it just doesn't go smoothly.  I TOTALLY understand that whatever works for your family is what is best for your kid.  My mom formula-fed us for most of our first year and I think I turned out okay (I guess I shouldn't really be the judge of that, though).  But for us, nursing was just our cup of tea.  Easton was a pro from the time he first tried and he loved the slow pace it gave us.  And by slow I mean sssllllooowww.  I don't know if it was him or me, but we enjoyed LOTS of mommy-Easton time during our extremely long nursing sessions.  I'm no expert because I've just had the one little goober, but I am going to write a post on what worked for us sometime soon.

2) I have also officially lost the baby weight.  Miracle.  The thing that saved my body is that I didn't let myself go nuts while I was pregnant.  That whole eat for two thing?  Lies.  You only need 300 more calories a day than normal in your second and third trimester (and no extra calories in your first).  That's a candy bar extra a day.  I definitely did not watch my calories, but I ate when I was hungry, controlled my cravings, and snacked on healthier options (most times). 

I am not going to lie--I did splurge here and there and let those extra calories come and more.  Have you ever had a hamburger that has grilled cheese sandwiches (yes, plural) instead of buns?  Get pregnant and go find you one.  It will change your life.  What I was careful to do, though, is to only consume meals like that once in a blue moon.  I ate like I normally did, still exercised, and gained a healthy amount of weight (doctors suggest between 25-35 pounds if you are at a healthy weight pre-pregnancy, a little less if you are  overweight). 

As I say that, please know that some women can watch what they eat and still gain more than 35 pounds.  Each body is different and knows how much extra cushion you need.  There is way too much judgement in the world towards women and it only heightens when you become a mother.  Trust me, no judgement here.  If you want to gain 60 pounds and eat what you want, please do.  And eat some macaroni and cheese for me.  Here's me 4 days before Easton decided he was done cooking:
Whenever I look at these pictures, I remember how dang hard it was to breath at that point.  Everything felt squished inside and I couldn't get around.  I was a freakin tank.  I feel tired just thinking about it.

The day before my delivery, I weighed in at 182 at the doctor's office, which was 28 pounds above my starting weight of 142.  Four weeks postpartum, the same scale marked me in at 146.  And the best part about that?  I did nothing to drop the weight but breastfeed.  The most exercise I got was sweeping the floor, and even that felt like running a marathon.  I am lucky to have a body that took care of it for me because I sure was not about to do anything more than was necessary for survival at that point in my life. 

Unfortunately, I hung around 146-148 for the next 10 months.  I couldn't seem to get rid of the ugly extra softness that had gathered around my waist.  I ran off and on but it is so hard to work-out when you are working mom of an infant.  Too hard.  Every time I looked in the mirror, I felt gross (even though I know it wasn't as bad as I thought) and would get frustrated that I couldn't lose the weight.  I just wanted to get back to 142.

Can I be honest for a second?  I shouldn't weigh 142 normally.  I love food.  Like, I LOVE food.  And the food I love is cheesy burritos, peperoni pizza, mac-n-cheese, and anything with at least a bazillion grams of fat.  I ALWAYS keep the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies in my pantry just in case I need (yes, need) to make some.  I wasn't blessed with that "eat like a bird" gene that most women have that makes them love salads and things like cherry tomatoes.  I have never watched what I ate (is that grammatically correct? eaten? Whatevs).  If I craved something, I ate it.  I didn't go nuts with my portions, but I ate as much as a wanted.  Most of the time, I ate the same amount of food that Justin would eat.  And he's 6'2".  I've always known that I could weigh less if I just watched what and how much I put in my pie hole.

I feel like a little kid for this (be all went out and were determined to be a gymnast after 1996 and the famous one-leg vault), but the Olympics were what spurred me on.  I was watching these amazing athletes and thinking about my cushion-y self, and knew I had to change.  I started running at least two miles at least 3 times a week and following that run with a pilates video.  I also finally started using the MyFitnessPal app to track what I ate.  I watched my calories for the first time EVER and in the first week, saw my waist line change.  My abs decided to be less floppy and my extra hip cushion finally realized it was not needed and started to shrink. 

Four weeks later, I was down to 140 from 148.  Woohoo.  I feel better about myself than I have in a long, long time.  My clothes fit well, my legs look more muscular, and I've already seen that I am satisfied with smaller portions.  I choose things like raisins, fruit, and healthy nuts for snacks.  I have never been able to keep up with my "healthy eating" kicks as long as I have this time.  There are certain food that still make my mouth water like the thought of a slice of pizza, but other things that I loved (like the grilled cheese sandwich heart attack burger) just don't sound appetizing anymore.  I haven't weight myself in a while, but I am hoping to drop another 5 pounds.  That may not be realistic for me because I have weighed 140ish since 10th grade.  We shall see--I will be content with 140 as long as that means that I am healthy.

Anyways, how's that for a ridiculously "tooting my own horn" type of post?  I promise I'll be less obnoxious from here on out and only brag about my son.


Beth said...

I didn't think this was an obnoxious post at all! It was really encouraging, actually.

This weekend my MIL and I both bought pants at the Loft, and she bought a smaller size than I did! Wakeup call for sure.

I had been doing really well about watching calories, exercising, and losing weight -- and then my coworker quit at the beginning of our busy season. To say it rocked my world was an understatement. It was one of the most awful seasons of life I can remember! I'm just now getting things back to normal, both in my office & my personal life. And unfortunately, that has to include exercising frequently and watching what I eat. So I'm starting afresh on Tuesday -- back to weight watchers (it works for me) and consistent exercise. I know I'll feel better, but I really don't want to! :)

Laura said...

It is sooo hard when you are busy. Plus, I'm a "tired" eater. I justify extra calories by saying "you've had a hard week..." or "Justin's got a baseball game and won't be home until 11. Since you are covering all the parenting until then, have an extra helping of ___" I feel ya on that for sure!