Ok, I can't believe I started this blog on December 13th and haven't blogged since. Man did the holiday season fly.
The good news is - I worked out and ate fairly well over the holiday season! I even weighed myself on Christmas Eve and I had lost 3 lbs - down to 180 even. That puts me at exactly 20 lbs away from my 'pre-pregnancy' weight. I was stoked!
I ended 2011 with a 2 mile walk with Ireland. The weather was very warm and I put on my shapeup-esque sneaks and pushed my baby to some tunes. It was honestly relaxing and so nice to get out. We started 2012 with a 7 mile bike ride at the loop. I was only about 5 minutes behind MP's time. Yes, I know that 5 minutes is a LONG time when it comes to racing times, but it made me feel better that it was not horrific.
Yesterday I gave myself the day to just relax with Ireland. We met Dad for lunch and hung out. As a trade off for now working out - I only ate 1/2 of my lunch and got a side salad instead hummus and pita. Additionally, at night I did some cleaning as a way to burn a little fuel before becoming a couch potato!
Today, I ate well - lots of fruits and veggies and even tapped into some fresh grapefruit for some snacks. I did my cardio day on my post-natal bootcamp and the HIIT kills me. I'm feeling more in shape with each workout, but still feel so far away from the shape I used to be in!
I can do this!! I also really need a scale....we do not have one in our house....fail! :)
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Post-Natal Boot Camp - Day 2 (and then some)
In my first entry - I mentioned that I've been carrying around some extra weight. My goal is of course to take off the weight. I'm going to dig down deep and share with you numbers that I'd rather not.
I'm 5'1. I am teeny, well, I should be teeny. According to the BMI - I should weigh about 110 lbs. When I moved to Florida, I weighed about 135. I don't know if I will ever weight 100 lbs - and feel good about it. Let's face it, I like cheeseburgers and fries. But, I know that I LOVED myself at 135. I was a size 8/10 and I wore a bikini (even if I didn't look perfect) and I fit in clothing and I just felt good. I want to feel good again.
I started out my pregnancy at 160 lbs (still way too big - already behind the 8 ball).
I only gained 4 lbs in my first trimester. Then I just got big.
I went into give birth at 202 lbs. U-G-H
I left at about 190 lbs.
I was 188 two weeks postpartum.
I was 183 15 weeks postpartum (it took me forever to get off 5 lbs)
I am currently at 183 lbs
Measurements (as of 12/6)
Dominant Arm: 12 1/4
Chest: 44 1/2
Wasit: 37
1 inch below belly button: 44
Hips: 48
Dominant Leg: 25.5
Dominant Calf: 15
Weight: 183
The past five months have been an emotional journey. Aside from most things baby that have made it emotional - my weight has certainly played a big part. I can honestly say that I have cried almost every day about my weight. I feel horrible, rotten about myself. I cringe when my husband looks at me too long, let alone touches me. I want to hide under a moo-moo dress. I have about 5 shirts and 4 pairs of pants/shorts that fit. Most of which are maternity. My boobs take up my entire body, and I can't find a supportive bra that lifts my bra up so that you can see my waist line. I am not that woman that drops weight breastfeeding. I feel frumpy and it makes me grumpy.
A week or so ago, I was standing in the mirror in the bathroom, scolding my body in my mind. Scolding myself for letting my body get so sloppy. Then I saw it. The back fat. Where the fuck did that come from? Seriously? Can I get a break here?
It hit me then...I sure can get a break...as soon as I get off my ass and get serious again. Again. An interesting word. It's interesting because it reminds me that I have done this before. So, I should be able to do it now, with no problem.
I have a lot more going on in my life than I did last time that I got serious about taking the weight off me. I am a wife, a mother, an employee, a friend... I have more balls in the air. I must remind myself that is all the more reason why I need to this. Again. A lot of people depend on me. I need to be the most healthy and fit person that I can be. Most physically and mentally. Again. It's now or never.
I found a program online, called Lindsay Brin's Post Natal workout plan. She is a mom of 3, 32 years old and has 3 c-sections. I found her on youtube and found her site and loved it immediately. I ordered her videos and started them yesterday. A 60 day plan, that I will be documenting. (http://www.lindsaybrin.com/)
I did day 1 of the videos yesterday. It consisted of a warm-up, a kick-boxing interval, a resistance interval, a cool-down and some abs. It was a short video - about 28 minutes, but it kicked my ass. I was having flashbacks of Shawn T. from insanity. It was hard. I'm not used to pushing myself anymore. But, while I was doing it, I had a thought that I want to get back to shape, so I can do the full 90 of insanity, so, I guess that drive is still inside me...somewhere, piled under lots of extra lbs. I can get it back!! I feel it today, ever so slightly in my damn abs. I feel the burn...AGAIN.
My goal is to stick around 1500 calories daily. This is all work in progress - and I need to make sure I am eating the right amount of servings from each food group.
Today this is what I ate:
Breakfast: 1/2 an english muffin with a slice of cheese, side of blueberries
Snack: Apple, some popcorn (about 2 cups)
Lunch: Panera - pick two - chicken casear salad, french onion soup, baguette ( I did not finish the salad or the soup)
Snack: apple
Dinner: shrimp stirfry: yellow and red peppers, red onions, water chestnuts, babycorn, broccoli. I made a peanutbutter sauce with rice vinegar and sirachi hot sauce.
I have a bad habit of eating fruit before bed. I got into this habit during pregnancy. now, I sit at night with about a cup of frozen grapes and blueberries and munch while I drink a lot of cold water. I'll probably do that tonight, too.
Ok,so tomorrow I have 3 intervals to do!! I better go get some rest! :)
I'm 5'1. I am teeny, well, I should be teeny. According to the BMI - I should weigh about 110 lbs. When I moved to Florida, I weighed about 135. I don't know if I will ever weight 100 lbs - and feel good about it. Let's face it, I like cheeseburgers and fries. But, I know that I LOVED myself at 135. I was a size 8/10 and I wore a bikini (even if I didn't look perfect) and I fit in clothing and I just felt good. I want to feel good again.
I started out my pregnancy at 160 lbs (still way too big - already behind the 8 ball).
I only gained 4 lbs in my first trimester. Then I just got big.
I went into give birth at 202 lbs. U-G-H
I left at about 190 lbs.
I was 188 two weeks postpartum.
I was 183 15 weeks postpartum (it took me forever to get off 5 lbs)
I am currently at 183 lbs
Measurements (as of 12/6)
Dominant Arm: 12 1/4
Chest: 44 1/2
Wasit: 37
1 inch below belly button: 44
Hips: 48
Dominant Leg: 25.5
Dominant Calf: 15
Weight: 183
The past five months have been an emotional journey. Aside from most things baby that have made it emotional - my weight has certainly played a big part. I can honestly say that I have cried almost every day about my weight. I feel horrible, rotten about myself. I cringe when my husband looks at me too long, let alone touches me. I want to hide under a moo-moo dress. I have about 5 shirts and 4 pairs of pants/shorts that fit. Most of which are maternity. My boobs take up my entire body, and I can't find a supportive bra that lifts my bra up so that you can see my waist line. I am not that woman that drops weight breastfeeding. I feel frumpy and it makes me grumpy.
A week or so ago, I was standing in the mirror in the bathroom, scolding my body in my mind. Scolding myself for letting my body get so sloppy. Then I saw it. The back fat. Where the fuck did that come from? Seriously? Can I get a break here?
It hit me then...I sure can get a break...as soon as I get off my ass and get serious again. Again. An interesting word. It's interesting because it reminds me that I have done this before. So, I should be able to do it now, with no problem.
I have a lot more going on in my life than I did last time that I got serious about taking the weight off me. I am a wife, a mother, an employee, a friend... I have more balls in the air. I must remind myself that is all the more reason why I need to this. Again. A lot of people depend on me. I need to be the most healthy and fit person that I can be. Most physically and mentally. Again. It's now or never.
I found a program online, called Lindsay Brin's Post Natal workout plan. She is a mom of 3, 32 years old and has 3 c-sections. I found her on youtube and found her site and loved it immediately. I ordered her videos and started them yesterday. A 60 day plan, that I will be documenting. (http://www.lindsaybrin.com/)
I did day 1 of the videos yesterday. It consisted of a warm-up, a kick-boxing interval, a resistance interval, a cool-down and some abs. It was a short video - about 28 minutes, but it kicked my ass. I was having flashbacks of Shawn T. from insanity. It was hard. I'm not used to pushing myself anymore. But, while I was doing it, I had a thought that I want to get back to shape, so I can do the full 90 of insanity, so, I guess that drive is still inside me...somewhere, piled under lots of extra lbs. I can get it back!! I feel it today, ever so slightly in my damn abs. I feel the burn...AGAIN.
My goal is to stick around 1500 calories daily. This is all work in progress - and I need to make sure I am eating the right amount of servings from each food group.
Today this is what I ate:
Breakfast: 1/2 an english muffin with a slice of cheese, side of blueberries
Snack: Apple, some popcorn (about 2 cups)
Lunch: Panera - pick two - chicken casear salad, french onion soup, baguette ( I did not finish the salad or the soup)
Snack: apple
Dinner: shrimp stirfry: yellow and red peppers, red onions, water chestnuts, babycorn, broccoli. I made a peanutbutter sauce with rice vinegar and sirachi hot sauce.
I have a bad habit of eating fruit before bed. I got into this habit during pregnancy. now, I sit at night with about a cup of frozen grapes and blueberries and munch while I drink a lot of cold water. I'll probably do that tonight, too.
Ok,so tomorrow I have 3 intervals to do!! I better go get some rest! :)
It's Now or Never
Here I am on the evening before my baby turns 5 months old. Five months may not seem like a long time to you, but when you are carrying around nearly 70 lbs of extra weight, 5 months seems like an eternity.
For 5 months I have worn a sports bra or a nursing bra because I am nursing my child and my breasts are so big on my tiny little frame. They are so big that I am unable to find a bra that is both comfortable and supportive. I am all tits and ass...but not in a good way. My ass is big, I guess to prevent me from falling from falling forward. :)
Let me back up a bit and do a quick recap. In January of 2005 I decided it was time to get my college (booze inspired) weight off of my body. For the next two years I worked my ass off - literally - I dropped 40-50 lbs and 5 sizes. It was awesome. Then I moved to Florida in January of 2007. I got careless and then lazy. From 2007- October of 2010 I slowly put on about 25 lbs. Then, I got pregnant. Then, I got a big belly. Then...I got the most adorable baby girl. :)
So, as I write here, know that I am NOT complaining about the end result. The miracle of child bearing and the prize that I received was worth every last ounce. It's simply just time to get the pounds off.
I was cleared to work out at 9 weeks post-partum. Consequently that was the same time that I went back to work and back to graduate school. I let exercising take a back seat. It was the easiest thing to push aside between working full-time, nursing, finishing graduate school and being a mom and wife.
So, graduate school is done.
It's Now or Never.
I invited you into this blog to help me. Help be accountable to myself. Help me rid myself of excuses and rid myself of my weight. Check in on me, encourage me. Most importantly, push me. I will appreciate, even if I bitch along the way!
:)
For 5 months I have worn a sports bra or a nursing bra because I am nursing my child and my breasts are so big on my tiny little frame. They are so big that I am unable to find a bra that is both comfortable and supportive. I am all tits and ass...but not in a good way. My ass is big, I guess to prevent me from falling from falling forward. :)
Let me back up a bit and do a quick recap. In January of 2005 I decided it was time to get my college (booze inspired) weight off of my body. For the next two years I worked my ass off - literally - I dropped 40-50 lbs and 5 sizes. It was awesome. Then I moved to Florida in January of 2007. I got careless and then lazy. From 2007- October of 2010 I slowly put on about 25 lbs. Then, I got pregnant. Then, I got a big belly. Then...I got the most adorable baby girl. :)
So, as I write here, know that I am NOT complaining about the end result. The miracle of child bearing and the prize that I received was worth every last ounce. It's simply just time to get the pounds off.
I was cleared to work out at 9 weeks post-partum. Consequently that was the same time that I went back to work and back to graduate school. I let exercising take a back seat. It was the easiest thing to push aside between working full-time, nursing, finishing graduate school and being a mom and wife.
So, graduate school is done.
It's Now or Never.
I invited you into this blog to help me. Help be accountable to myself. Help me rid myself of excuses and rid myself of my weight. Check in on me, encourage me. Most importantly, push me. I will appreciate, even if I bitch along the way!
:)
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