Somehow, in a haze of the lurgy, eating less calories and a wrestling with a lunging baby, we’ve missed a week. The more astute of you may have noticed that the week count on my blog and Instagram have always been a week out of sync, so I’m playing catch up. Therefore, these last 2 weeks have both been week 3, so there… To supplement my exercise regime, my Little Mister has been lending a hand by climbing every typical surface that he shouldn’t (cupboards, toy boxes, sides of his playpen), with his current favourite being the Fire Guard (although the sofa comes in a close second). I can’t blame him for it, it’s the perfect thing for babies to climb with the grid aiding in his scaling of all new baby heights. (Mental note to my engineering self; this could be a great money maker, just need to come up with a design that lets the heat out without letting the bubs climb up… but don’t tell anyone).Continue reading
I’ll start out the article on a positive; I lost weight on my first week at weight watchers. I’ll continue with an even bigger positive; you can have wine on weight watchers, and still lose weight. YAY.
As per my previously outlined resolutions, it’s time to fight the fat and find my inner fittie (if she’s in there. I think I might have eaten her). My plan of attack is two-fold; walk more, and stick to Weight Watchers. My cheeky Little Mister is starting to cruise. He doesn’t seem to interested in crawling in a civilised manner, but is super-content with just throwing himself at surfaces or rolling to whatever he’s deemed interesting enough to warrant attention (annoyingly he’ll often by-pass toys and home in on a leaf fragment that’s blown in to eat it). This is great for the diet, as it’s keeping me a little too busy to think about food all the time, and on my feet a bit more to up my step count.
The definition of a resolution is “a firm decision to do or not do something”. For many of us (me especially included in this) it’s super easy to reel off a million changes we want to make after each Hootenanny, only to get overwhelmed come mid-January and break-down in a chocolate and domino’s fuelled binge. This year I’m feeling a little different, as becoming a parent tends to do. I’m feeling more in control, that I am the “the master of my fate” and “the captain of my soul” (if you want to get overly poetic about it). I’ve also gained an appreciation that most of the things that would have caused me angst previously are actually pretty trivial, and while things happen that we cannot change, the way we handle them is totally within our control. Little Mister already seems to have the resolution of trying to scale every possible surface and give his Mummy a heart attack…
It’s been over 4 months since little mister has arrived (somehow!). This leads me to something I’ve been dreading, something that I’ve been putting off for a few months now… the post-pregnancy diet. I’ve never been one to stick to a diet; the initial enthusiasm quickly wanes once my wine and chocolate have been taken away and end in a mega-binge that usually leaves me bigger and less athletic than before. Past exercise regimes have suffered a similar fate, with couch to 5k ending after 4 weeks because “it looked a bit rainy out”, badminton ending as “we’d be better off investing in equipment to work out from home” and the exercise bike at home ending as it had too many coats hanging off it. My weight has always yo-yo’d, but in recent years has been much harder to lose. Having hit my pre-pregnancy weight months ago to then gain even more weight since, I felt compelled to make the change. This time I have a very good incentive to get fitter (my little mister, and my future wedding), and maternity leave is a great time to form these new habits, away from the allure of office cakes and vending machines.