Evangeline will be 3 months on October 24. That is four days away. Four. Days. Away! And I am still not in my prepregnancy clothes.
I know all the PC crap that is spewed whenever a previously pregnant woman complains that she hasn’t lost all the weight, yet: “It took 9 months to put it on, it is going to take 9 months to take it off.” “You are breastfeeding, all that weight should be sliding off anytime, now.” “With just a little exercise and eating right, you should lose the weight in no time.” To all of that I say, bullshit! This is kid number 3 and the weight never just slide off while I breastfed them. Matter of fact, my fat hangs onto my body like it is waiting for the time I am stranded on some island and we all have to survive off my milk. (Don’t think on that too long or you might just yak.) I was Shredding, but even Jillian Michaels couldn’t cut through my mountain of fat. I had high hopes, because there this mom blogger who started to Shred when she was 5 months postpartum and not only does she have a rocking new body, but a new found love of exercise. Yeah, not so much for me. I have 7 days left on my 30 days and I doubt I will finish it. Frankly, the results I was getting wasn’t enough for me to continue to get up at 5am every morning after waking up multiple times a night after sleeping in one position to avoid rolling over the little person sleeping next to me who demands to eat at all hours of the night. My friend cut out eating out and she is down 13 lbs. Woo!Hoo! for her. I have adopted the same frugal policy and still can’t lose a pound.
Confession time, I guess. I may, just may, be expecting major results in record time. I think this has always been my downfall in the weight lost arena. I mean one should never expect to see a pound lost after working out for 2 hours, 5 days a week in the gym for a year. I will give you, that I might have not pushed myself as much as I should, but there should have been some weight lose, right. Even if it was a pound. Hell, I think I even gained a little weight. After that, not even the lure of child free time could get me into the gym, again. So when I heard about the 30 Day Shred, I shouldn’t have expected to look like Jillian Michaels in 30 days. Maybe, those last 7 days are the ones that will do it, but at this point I am not willing to try. I have been sweaty and cranky for weeks and nothing, nothing.
Second, exercising makes you hungry and carrots don’t fill you up. Ah, sure you can listen while all those skinny bitches tell you how good low calorie, low fat food is, but they ain’t got nothing on Paula Deen. That’s all I am saying. Not only am I Southern, but Italian and neither of those groups are known for their low calorie meals. Yeah, yeah there are vegetables involved in these food cultures but they are usually slathered in a cream sauce or tons of butter. I did get the Cooking Light cookbook at Amber’s school book fair and we have been enjoying many of our dinners out of there. I especially like it because it uses ingredients I would normally use, like whipping cream, but in much smaller amounts. So you get the taste or creaminess, but not as many calories. However, you get a little disappointed when you see the serving size. I will be the first to admit that my eating habits could use a great big ol smack. It is very hard to pass up the massive amounts of cake leftover from the pumpkin party or not letting good food go bad. *ahem* People talk about will power and I guess I was in the cake line when it was handed out, because I obviously don’t have any.
The worst part is that I know it can be done. I see the results everywhere. There are friends that have given birth close to me and they are back to looking like they did before they were pregnant. There are family members that have worked hard and are back to their fighting weight. I would like to point out that these family members are not blood related and this is where I blame my genes on that spare tire I am sporting. Every night I tell myself this is the last day that I eat. Oh yes, I make a vow to not eat again until I can fit into my jeans without fear of taking out someone’s eye. Then morning comes and after feeding a baby for most of the night, Mamma is hungry. I start off good and then it is all downhill starting at 10am. Another factor is that I know I will eventually be back into my clothes. It took about 9 months with Amber (when I stopped breastfeeding her) and about 3 months with Sam. I was hoping that I would cut my record down with Evie, but no such luck. I think my girls have the same effect on my body. So, I will have to push aside the thoughts and wishes of comments of how good I look after just having a baby. It was my one Christmas wish this year. And no it doesn’t count if you read this and tell me; it has to be true. *sigh* I will continue on with wearing my maternity clothes mixed with the few regular clothes I can wear and hope that one day I won’t be mistaken for the Michelin man breastfeeding a baby.