Counting Down

I’m counting down the days until my family are here visiting from England.

In five days my parents, my sister Kylie and her boyfriend Mark will be visiting for three weeks.

In five days I will see people I love and miss so very much, after a long two years and before that, an even longer four year stretch.

I’m counting down the days!

Dressing To Impress No One

Dressing yourself postpartum is hard! You don’t fit into your pre pregnancy clothes, and the maternity clothes you’ve been wearing for nine months don’t quite fit right either. So you are stuck with the decision to either wear the ill fitting maternity clothes, or go shopping, knowing that you’ll be losing weight and these too will soon fit horribly.

I’m stuck in that transition stage right now and jeez it’s frustrating! Right now I’m wearing one pair of maternity jeans that I’m cycling through the wash every other day, tank tops that hug me in all the wrong places and (this is embarrassing to admit) the granny panties I wore in those first few weeks after giving birth.

You may be thinking “Where are your yoga pants!?” I have never worn, nor owned a pair of yoga pants. And this is just my own preference, but unless I’m taking part in yoga, I don’t think I ever will!

This being my second child, I’m not losing weight as quickly as I did the first time around and the weight is distributed completely differently now. I remember looking at myself wearing my pre pregnancy skinny jeans postpartum the first time around and poking at the slight muffin top… Oh how I look back at that now and scoff at the ridiculousness of it!

And it’s only been 7 weeks, I’ll get there! I just need to look at my previous post and remember my health and fitness goals. It’s going to take some time. If you’re in this situation too, don’t feel discouraged! You don’t have to give in to the yoga pants and mom jeans just yet!

So stand with me and say “This is a transition, it isn’t permanent. It will get easier, I will feel awesome again!”

And maybe, like me, pull out those pre pregnancy clothes, and instead of lamenting your new body, remind yourself that it has built and nourished a child! The skinny jeans can wait.

After all, who am I trying to impress? Not this playful two year old, or this sleeping baby in my arms!

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New Years Resolutions Vs. Goals

I never make New Years resolutions, not because I don’t want to act on self improvement, that’s something we should all strive for every day. But often it seems people don’t fulfill the promise they make to themselves, and that to me makes them feel pointless. After all, just because the clock ticks over from 11:59 to 12:00 to mark the beginning of a new year, doesn’t mean that you aren’t the ass that you were just a minute ago.

I do however have goals for myself, some short term, and some long term. I’m not going to limit myself based on a time frame, it’s unrealistic when every day is different from the last.

My biggest goal is to build a healthy lifestyle for myself. Not just physically healthy, but also emotionally. These two things go hand in hand for me. A lot of my negative emotions come from not feeling satisfied with my level of health and fitness. I’ve just had a baby, not even two months ago so I have come to realize that at this current moment in time, there is only so much I can do in the free time I have and also with taking breastfeeding into account.

I will not diet, I will not take pills, follow the current health fads or do anything that is detrimental to my milk supply. These things do not work. Eating right and exercising works. I know this and I will implement changes to my lifestyle as much as I can right now. And I have to admit, when I can get back into the gym on a regular basis, I am so looking forward to leg day!

Squats, squats, squats, squats, squats, squats, everybody!