WO: 2 months recap

My weekly working out posts have definitely settled down. and I don't think you're really interested in a weekly update anyways...But the past few weeks have been full of sporadic work outs that I don't think a whole post is necessary.

I have averaged 2-3 days a week at the gym and it definitely varies on time, and day. I wish I had a consistent time everyday to run.

The idea of working out before Ryan leaves for school/work (he leaves at 7:15am) kind of paralyzes me. Yes, Ellie sleeps 6-7 hours at a time. But, that means she wakes up sometimes at 3am. and then some nights she doesn't sleep the 6-7 hour stretch and she, and I are up every 3 hours. And some days, Brinley wakes up because of growing pains. You catch my drift. AM work outs don't work for me. Most days, Ryan doesn't get home until 5:30pm. add dinner and bedtime, and we don't stop moving until 8pm. Motivation after all that is always absent and I'd rather lounge on the couch while Ryan studies besides me.

I haven't lost any weight since my first weigh-in, but I think my stomach (ahem, pooch) has gone down. I am still having the post-baby body issues, and who knows if that ever goes away, but it is hard. It is soooo hard. My baby weight with Brinley fell off by this point and I was back in my pre-pregnancy jeans and feeling really good about myself. Now, I almost cried when I had to buy new jeans to fit my body right now. Cried because I buttoned some jeans without a fight. And also cried because I have a long way to go.

As long as I am nursing, the weight isn't going anywhere. I have the appetite of a 17-yr-old boy. I could eat all. the. time. I am hungry all. the. time. It gets annoying sometimes. Granted, it is pretty awesome that I still basically get to eat whatever I want and don't gain anything, but still...the whole feeling of dieting, working out, and seeing results is so gratifying. But so is seeing the chub on Ellie's arms and legs. Knowing that my mama milk is doing what it is supposed to is a great feeling.

first time getting to 3 miles!

ran a 5k!

sporting my new Nike tights

Ryan really pushes me to get over to the gym and I am so grateful for that. I dash out of the door the moment he comes home and when Ellie has been fed. Someone is usually crying when I leave, but Ryan gives me the reassuring look that tells me "I've got this, go run." Almost every time I am 5 minutes to go in my run, I get a text, "she's losing it" or "are you almost done?" Now I expect those texts, so I try and run faster to get to 3 miles. I am so appreciative of those moments when I can work out, alone, and have time to think. Sweating feels so good! Who knows if I am building any endurance because my work outs are so random, but it sure feels good to get out of the house and burn some cals. Only to then stuff my face the moment I get home to replenish them! 

I know my goals of losing 20 lbs by May was lofty. I realize that now after finding out how hard it is of a Mom of 2 to get to the gym everyday. Losing weight means cutting calories, and I just can't do that right now as long as I'm nursing. My biggest goal is to feel good about myself right now in this awkward saggy belly body. That is an everyday struggle. I feel like the skin above my c-section incision is dead. Maybe it is the nerves that were damaged, but who knows if that skin will ever tighten up. 

Thanks for all the motivation! It is amazing how good it feels to have my cheerleaders scattered across the country rooting me on every step of the way. I am going to try and post a monthly update since my weekly updates are full of randomness and excuses why I didn't work out.