I have been doing everything I need to to lose weight. I run. I lift. I log what I eat in My Fitness Pal. My weight loss is stalled right at 200 and change. Very frustrating. I’m wondering if the generic Zoloft I’m on for postpartum has something to do with that… I’ll have to ask my shrink. Yet another good reason to get off the drugs. I’m cranky today.
I went to see my new councilor for postpartum depression. Getting therapy is hard, I’d much rather pretend I don’t feel all the things. And honestly, I’ve been feeling good these days. Exercise and Zoloft FTW! But she pointed out it’s the first anniversary of my dads death, my favorite brother just came out of the closet and is a totally different person than he was...
Will run for self
The run with my neighbor went fine. She’s a nice gal. We’re both stay at home moms… I thought MY college degree wasn’t doing me any good, her THREE degrees aren’t doing her much good! She has a doctorate in catholic something or other from Catholic University in D.C. Anyway, she’s worried about gestational diabetes so she wants to run. Which is fine by me so...
My God, what have I done?!
My newish neighbor gal just asked if she could run with me tomorrow morning. I said yes. WHAT WAS I THINKING?! At least she is five months preggo- she’ll be slow too.
This is a post for the lady folks
Dudes. Aunt Flo came to visit. I haven’t had a period in like, a YEAR. I had forgotten that they’re not so fun. Still, more fun than being pregnant. I’m having running shoe dilemmas. After my “hill” work at the high school stadium, I had some serious shin pain. I couldn’t help but think it was my shoes. For the last 6+ months I’ve been wearing TOMS...
I’m acting like I’m in marathon shape and weigh 155 pounds already. Which is a good mindset to be in, but it also means I keep looking at my reflection or at my pants size and thinking “that can’t be right!” Also, FB is stupid. I need less of it in my life. I’ve already unconsciously been checking it less, and even then with hesitancy, because people are...
Rookie mistake. I felt good on my run and sort of accidentally did an extra ten minutes. Which wouldn’t make a difference except my body isn’t quite ready for it yet. Because there are no hills in Sumner, I went to the high school and ran the stadium stairs. I am not as in shape as my brain thinks I am.
Tomorrow I return to running. 6am, here I come. Please don’t rain.
Be kind to yourself. Stop telling yourself that whatever you are struggling with...– -How to keep moving forward, even when your brain hates you. (via the-healing-nest) Amazing and just what I need right now. (via thebigsalad)
Don’t, stop, thinking about tomorrow! Don’t, stop, getting bad lyrics in your head.
It appears I have postpartum depression. WHEEEEE!
Truth with a side of guilt
The truth is, my family eats what I eat. If I put green beans on my plate, my daughter wants some. If I’m going to pass on a Dairy Queen mini Blizzard, my husband will too. Sigh. At least there are now veggies on both mine and my daughter’s plates. At lunch. I don’t even care that they came out of a can.
It’s 5:07am. I’m reading my dash and feeding my kid. And I literally feel him fill his diaper. Gross. Here’s to parenting!
It pisses me off ever so slightly that working out only helps you lose weight a little. Mostly it’s just what you eat. I WANT ALL THE FOODS! Maybe it’s time to learn to cope using something other than food.
My kid still wakes up in the night a few times. (Standard operating feature on a three week old.) His early morning feeding is between 5-6am. Which is my gym time. Not a problem for now, as the gym is out of the question still for a little while but… My husband started to explain how that would be a problem when he starts going back to teaching after spring break. How it would mess with...
STOP EATING ALL THE FOODS! I want to go hardcore and restrict to like 1,500 calories a day, but lesbehonest, that’s not good for healing nor my already meager breast milk supply. So until I can make fitness goals (sigh, blast you stupid c-section!) I’ll have to focus on food. Which I think we can all agree is far less fun. I’m trying to channel that whole “lose weight in the kitchen, get fit in...