I knew I was only supposed to gain no more than 25 pounds during my pregnancies.
During my first and second pregnancies I gained over 40.
My doctor told me, if I was to have the births naturally (vaginally) that I should really try to keep my weight down. But I couldn’t stop eating!
I ate pretty healthily but I just didn’t think I should have to limit myself too much. I still exercised, walk, jogged, did yoga-for-pregnant-women and felt pretty good.
I just figured I would lose the weight naturally.
I ended up having two, emergency C-sections despite going though Lamaze training for the first.
I was always told that nursing helped one to drop pounds. I even heard that ‘the weight just falls off’! Sooooo…what-me-worry, right? I planned on nursing. That should take care of it.
I had a rude awakening, even ruder after the second child, that it would not be so easy.
I personally didn’t see any significance in weight loss because I nursed either baby. Granted, my first wasn’t interested and as she began to look like a famine-stricken child, I put her on formula.
My second baby nursed very well, but it did not help me lose weight any more than usual.
I still had to work at it. Hard.
I had always been thin in high school, through college and up into my early thirties–although by that time I first began to notice that I needed to be more aware of what I put into my mouth.
That’s when I began to have children…so, the pattern was already set.
I must admit that I did not take any drastic measures in trying to lose the weight.
I didn’t go on any crash diets,
get a personal trainer, etc.
I knew I wanted the weight to come off gradually, so that it would stay off. Little did I know that it would take another 3-4 years to actually get back to where I could wear clothes that I felt good in.
This story is not new. Many women have gone through this or some, similar scenario. What worked for me is not necessarily what would work for someone else. But, in the long run, I think I learned to get to a weight that I was ‘happy’ with and that would sustain me and please me when I looked in the mirror.
- I gave my self permission to take my time.
- I, at first, tried exercising my brains out wherein I gained a lot of muscle bulk and firmness but did not like how thick I thought I looked. It was muscle weight, but I still felt ‘big’.
- I tried to ‘feed’ myself with creative endeavors to get in touch with my inner feelings (I know, sounds so touchy/feely now that that statement makes me want to gag).
- I found some friends who supported me in my fitness goals.
- I tried to zero in on what I really wanted! in life as well as in a body.
- I focused on my children and my husband.
- I went back to work and made more friends and discovered some new talents I didn’t know I had.
- I got back into dancing.
- I started to cross-train and try to ‘fool’ my body into losing weight. It worked.
- I quit working.
- I began to exercise in solo, dancing with myself, aerobicizing to the point of zen-mindedness and discovered a ‘high’ I hadn’t felt in years.
- I became rather self-involved, but I wouldn’t say self-loving.
- I got into some bad habits and some delusions.
- I had some rude awakenings as in death and relationships.
- I went through mourning for both.
- I came out the other side.
- I started to love myself more.
- I began to run. bike. longer-distanced stuff than I had done before.
- Intervals of speed helped too.
- I seemed to find a happy medium.
- I began to know myself.
If this sounds like a strange weight-loss plan, I wouldn’t disagree with you.
It may not sound like one at all.
All I know is that it worked for me.
Would I have done things differently, if I had it to do over again?
Unless it was eating less of the inflammatory foods–like wheat, dairy.
You can read between the lines, try to identify with some/part/all of it–or none at all.
(#21 is the whole crux of the biscuit.)
Know that you are okay just as you are now. Even if you don’t like your weight.
And, that’s great.
Because, how will you be ready to like yourself when you get to that ‘perfect’ weight if you don’t like yourself now?
Think about it.
And give yourself permission.
And enjoy the journey.