One thing you should know about me is, I used to be fat. I don’t mean “girl fat” when you are a few pounds over the national recommendations. I mean morbidly obese. I stopped weighing myself in high school, but I was definitely over the 250 lb mark. I was the fat friend that everyone liked, but no one wanted to date. I wasn’t bullied, I always had friends, but I was for sure, unhappy.
Now I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but at some point in my early 20s, I decided to change all of that. I stopped eating junk and got myself to the gym. It took a couple years, but I managed to lose over 100 pounds. I could be one of those people who put their whole body into just one leg of their fat pants. (Although, that is not my style.)
When I got pregnant with my first son, I was the smallest I had been my entire adult life. You can imagine the mind games a scale plays on you when you continually see it go up and up. The medical assistant in my OB’s office didn’t help either by constantly telling me to not gain another pound — she is on my list.
I’d love to be one of those moms who (appear to) bounce back as soon as their kiddo exits. But, like most of us, I was not. When I got pregnant with my second little guy, my body wasn’t exactly where I wanted it to be. I worked out almost my entire pregnancy, thank goodness for Barre classes, and really felt pretty good about where I was. Now that my last baby is here, it’s time to get ME back. Here is my plan:
I am not one to stick to a specific diet. I feel like “being on a diet” is a set up for failure, at least for me. I am one of those “eat intuitively” people — insert eye roll here –. In short, I try and stick to things I know are good for me. Fruits, a lot of vegetables, and lean protein (with the occasional delicious scone thrown in).
I have fallen in love with Pilates and have fallen out of love with the gym. I am not going to do things I do not enjoy– ain’t nobody got time for that.
No matter how many times my lovely husband tells me I’m beautiful, this is probably the most difficult. I’ll continue to work on it.
In actuality, being healthy isn’t intrinsically hard… it just takes some commitment. We all needed to be reminded from time to time to give ourselves a break. My children are worth it.
Photography by Elina Rea Photography