So Junior is 3 months already. Time is flying by. Before having Missy and Junior I loved exercising. I had my personal bests (PB) for running 5km, 10km, swimming 1500m, etc. Not amazing times, but still ones I was happy with. Now I have pre-baby PBs and post baby PBs 🙂 It’s like there’s two versions of me.
I’ve been using the line ‘I just had a baby’ as an excuse to myself to cover everything. Not to other people, just myself. I wear runners or crocs because my feet aren’t back to normal coz ‘I just had a baby’. I wear my hair up as I don’t have time to blow dry it coz ‘I just had a baby’. I wear concealer and mascara as I’ve no time for makeup coz ‘I just had a baby’. The list is endless.
That Wicked Post Baby Weight
In fairness, nearly everyone says to me, take it easy on yourself, it hasn’t been that long since Junior was born. But my biggest gripe since having children is the leftover body. I’m being totally honest here, I’m not happy with it nor do I want to be until it changes. You read everywhere ‘be proud of your post baby body’, ‘accept it won’t be the same’, ‘wear your scars with pride’. Ah, a major no thanks. I don’t like my scars, I don’t like my tummy and I don’t like how I look right now. Simple as.
I have my wedding weight, my pre-Missy weight and my pre-Junior weight. They are like three targets dangling in front of me. Reminding me of what is possible. So I have to do something about it. I’m ok with that, I just wish it could all happen a bit faster. I’m still not back running as I’m still not flippin’ fully healed. A major set back for me really. Nearly every time I lift Missy I take a step backwards. I don’t lift her much as it’s hard to completely avoid with a two year old.
So for now it’s walking and watching what I eat, with the occasional swim. The eating healthily is going quite well and I feel so much better for it. Not just seeing the weight coming off but it’s like I feel cleaner. Not going to lie, I still have my two malted milk biscuits with my tea at night.
I’m trying to avoid joining slimming world. Although they were great to kick start things after Missy, I don’t agree with all they advocate. Also I don’t want to hand over €9 a week. So onwards and downwards 🙂
The Stress of Socialising
I’m not the best person for socialising. The stress of picking out an outfit, getting hair and makeup right is quite often too much for me and has reduced me to tears in the past. If I had a personal stylist, makeup artist and hairdresser I reckon that would be half the battle. Then alcohol helps with the other half, talking to people I don’t know or only partially know. Once I’m relaxed, either with some vino or comfort with the company I’m in, then I laugh and laugh and laugh and feel so good for it.
Since having Missy I have used her as an excuse to skip on work nights out. I know, I know, I should be making more of an effort but when the human alarm clock goes off several times during the night and rises at 6:30am the thought of having a hangover makes me cry.
But it’s time to pull myself up, panic buy some outfits and head on some girl’s nights out. After months of hiding away from the world I’ve three nights out in one week this month. Ahhhhh what will I wear. Where’s my fairy godmother with her magic wand?
So when do you stop using the line ‘I’ve just had a baby’ as an excuse for everything you’re trying to avoid facing up to? What are the things you are avoiding? Let us know and maybe we’ll drag each other out of the ruts we’ve found ourselves in.