I’m one of those lucky people who really like to exercise. I love the feeling of moving. The faster, the better. But I sometimes hate taking the time away from Azita since I see so little of her when she’s awake during the week. On the exercise front, this has been one of the biggest roadblocks to getting back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Some days I come home and just can’t bear to leave Azita for an hour to workout, so I don’t. But from past experience I know that I need to exercise at least 5 hours a week to get the results I want.
So, in my renewed mission to lose weight, I decided to tackle this issue. It was tough, because I’m used to wanting to workout for an hour and half or more per day. I didn’t know how to deal with not wanting to do this other than to just not do it. The warmer and increasingly brighter days have helped some. When I miss my baby too much, I take a break from more rigorous exercise, put Azita in my Mei Tai carrier, and go for a long, brisk walk. The more hills, the better. Getting exercise while spending time with Azita has been an effective strategy for sure.
I’ve also been for the past several months working out at butt crack of dawn thirty, or 5:30am as some of you may know it. It sucks. But it only sucks for the first 10 minutes. Once I’m warmed up, things pick up a bit. It helps me wake up in the morning. When I’m done, it feels great to know that I’m done for the day. I can go for a walk in the evening or just play with Azita and know that I don’t need to find a way to fit in a workout. And the best part is, I get the workout in when Azita is still asleep, so I don’t miss any more of her waking minutes than I need to.
On the eating front, I’ve been maintaining my usual healthy diet. Just less of it. Getting back to recording all of my food intake has been a good exercise for me. At the very least, it renews my focus. And, it’s going pretty well.
Well, I’ve lost 4 pounds, and I fit into all of my pre-pregnancy clothes as of this past weekend. There’s nothing like going shopping for a new spring wardrobe in an old box of clothes sitting in the corner of your closet. Especially when that box is labeled “pre-pregnancy.”
Now 16 more pounds to go. But, I’d be happy with just 6. Yeah I said it. It’s so very NOT Type A of me. Can you believe it? I’d be happy if I don’t do as well as I want. That’s the sound of Zahra getting zen.