"Do your best and forget the rest!" is the motto for mine and Will's new workout regime, P90X. Hayden is now 11 weeks old and it is time for me to start shedding some of this baby weight. I have lost about thirty pounds already, with a little over thirty pounds to go. I've got to start sometime, and the time is NOW! My goal is to be at pre-baby weight, or at least near it at my friends Adrian and Adrienne's wedding. Their wedding is on October 13, so I have just enough time to do some serious damage to the scale. This is of course the heaviest I have ever been, and at some point, I'd like to be out of maternity clothes and in my real wardrobe. I want to continue to lose even more after that, but first things first. My dad comes over several times a week usually to watch Hayden while I walk a couple of miles at the park right outside my house. I've also started eating like my old self again and have banished all snack foods (even low fat and no sugar) from the house. That's fine with Will, he's not much of a snacker, except maybe some chips and salsa. I don't eat salsa, so that's okay. (I like green sauce!) Snacking is one of my worst habits. The only foods for snacking allowed right now is fruit and edamame. I made some smoothies last week with Greek yogurt, fruit, and wheat germ. I'm also trying to up my fiber intake. Cereal is one of my loves, but I'm cutting it back there as well. When I was pregnant, it was the highlight of my week to linger in the cereal aisle to decide which one was going to be the Cereal of the Week. Now, it's back to Special K Protein, Fiber One, and Kashi. And I still actually enjoy those cereals. It's just not Apple Jacks!
It's always hard to get started with a new and better lifestyle. Isn't that odd? You know how much better it is for you, but it's hard to put the bad stuff down so you can get on with the good stuff. I guess the good stuff just isn't as fun. Pizza, fast food, sugar-- it's all easy. Easy to eat, easy to find, easy on the go. It takes effort to eat well and exercise. I've been doing some reading about how the French raise children, and it's really quite interesting. I'm planning on implementing several of their practices with Hayden. One thing in particular is about how French children eat. The French believe that it is the parents job to educate their child about food and acceptable habits. It's really habits that would be beneficial for everyone. Once I finish reading the book about the practices of French parenting, I'll blog about it; but in the meantime, here's what they believe about children and food:
But, that's where I am; and I have to say that since I got started this week, it is much easier. I'm falling back into my old (good) habits and it feels good to put my body to the test and stretch it all out after a hard workout. I'm so happy that Will is joining me on my journey to better health and fitness. We've started this week on P90X, which is a hardcore exercise program that lasts 90 days. It's effective because it causes muscle confusion and really pushes you to your limit. We're two days down and feeling good about ourselves. I know a lot of people who have started P90X and quit, so I am determined to go the whole 90 days. The first day was hard, there are a lot of different types of push ups I can't do, such as diamonds and declines, and military and dive bombers aren't easy. Day two was plyometrics, which was a lot of jumping and twisting. I had to modify those days because I have two reconstructed knees that I am taking care of, and I have humongous boobs. I can't even do jumping jacks wearing two sports bras. But I didn't use it as an excuse not to do anything, I just did something else. Will and I are encouraging and motivating each other to get through it, because I truly hate my life during that particular hour of my day. I try to remember: this is 4% of my day. If I can't donate 4% of my day towards bettering my life and health, and feeling better about myself and getting back in shape, then I have absolutely no right to complain. I'm too scared to try on jeans at this point, because I may plummet into some kind of depression, and I WANT to be back in my stinkin' jeans. This is the only way that's going to happen. Once Hayden is old enough to go to the nursery at the gym, then alright! But right now I'm relegated to my walking track and living room. I can do this! I'm going to make this happen! Wish us luck!!!
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