NOTE: The next 3 months are going to contain very personal and vulnerable posts. I am going to document my challenges with losing weight AND changing my life, or at least the unhealthy part. Otherwise, I'm pretty awesome and if it ain't broker... More than anything, I'm writing here as another place to make myself accountable. Something about strength in numbers and being responsible for things. I've heard it helps.
And before you jump in to the "you look great" talk (which I love, so I guess I won't protest too hard) let me just say: STOP. I'm pretty sure I only have female readers (other than the occasional husband over the shoulder) and you know as well as I do that you're only as happy as YOU feel. Compliments are great, but the internal ones mean the most. This is totally for me.
It's reasonable to expect that after a baby your body would need some time to adjust. I am, however, not always a reasonable person. After Liv, my body had gained 21 lbs. Not a ton, but a lot for a girl who was always the "skinny one." Life moved on, body bounced back (and the bounced up again) and here comes Avery. Again, not a HUGE weight gain, but for me, I wasn't an ideal starting point to begin with. I had gained 17 lbs with her, and while that number in it of itself doesn't seem like enough weight for a pregnancy, it was enough to put me at my largest point in my life. Again - really really hard to come to terms with.
Chalking it up to baby weight, loose skin, water.... and here I am, still not fitting into clothes that I want to. And I know why. We like to eat out, snack on chips, having cocktails and relax rather than go for that family run we're always talking about.
Last weekend we went and bought "The Mayo Clinic Diet." I had first referred to it as the "Mayo Diet," but I'm sure that's a totally different thing. It was also during this time that I discovered I wanted a Nook Tablet. (Santa, are you listening???) This is a diet that requires a lot of obvious lifestyle changes, but also a 2 week period of "habit" changing activities.
A few of the critical hurdles for us will be not going out and not drinking alcohol. That being said, the diet will start on Sunday, December 4th: the day AFTER my 30th birthday party. Perhaps doing this around the holidays is a poor choice setting ourselves up for failure, but at the same time, if we can support one another and stick to it, the rest of the time should be cake. Or carrot cake at least.