Alright. Time for some post-marathon real talk.
The truth? I hated the way I looked in all of my Walt Disney World Marathon photos.
Not exactly a shocker since I’d say 90% of the population usually hates the way they look in running photos, but I was feeling down on my body and the way it looked well before the photos were uploaded.
I gained fifty pounds while pregnant. While I was initially very discouraged with this number, I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t have to work terribly hard to lose it. I lost the first 30 lbs the week after birth and then the rest slowly came off without much effort. I was one of the lucky few who actually lost weight while breastfeeding and, I hate to say it, but I owe a lot of that weight loss to nursing. I was ravenous all the time, made some not-so-great food choices, and pretty much gave up on exercising. Yet I somehow ended up fitting back into all my old clothes and even weighed less than I did before pregnancy. Thanks, breastfeeding! (Please note, results not typical)
Right after Annalynn turned one, she scaled back on how much she was nursing and I stopped pumping. Then there were the holidays, my unlimited cookie consumption, and the continued terrible food choices that kind of all ran together. I was also training for a marathon, but I wasn’t running enough to make up for what I was eating. My clothes grew tighter, my weight creeped up, and I started doing that thing where I crop my lower half out of photos.
Over the years I’ve written so many posts on my weight gains and losses that I almost feel like this has become routine. I’m human and my weight fluctuates just like everyone else. I’m not happy with my weight now, but I know it doesn’t have to stay this way. My goal has always been to realize it’s happening before it gets too far and do something about it. Not by extreme dieting or restrictive eating, but being more mindful of my routine and what I’m consuming.
So here we go. My body is soft, my pants are tight, and I need to take back control. I need to reign in my eating, shift my focus back to strength training, and get moving. Sounds easy, right? Ha! Easy in theory, not so much in practice, but it’s a start.
I should also note that I don’t really “hate” my body. Oh, don’t get me wrong, there are times when I’m really, really pissed off at it, but for the most part my body has done some pretty incredible things and for that I’m thankful. It allowed me to complete 26.2 miles earlier this month, it nourished my beautiful, amazing daughter, and my butt does look pretty good in boy shorts. As much love as I have for it (and, trust me, my love for my body knows no bounds), it’s also okay to sometimes disagree with certain aspects of it and want to tweak it with a few lifestyle changes.
Time to get started!