It turns out that 7 months after having a baby is where I hit a wall on my appearance.
I stopped feeling like my postpartum body and I were working through some issues and started to feel like god damn, I'm just fat.
I've pivoted from dairy factory to fitness.
I'm not making major or dramatic diet changes, because history tells me that I'm not successful unless I do something gradual and sustainable.
So I've quit alcohol during the week.
I've quit buttered toast.
I've quit white bread peanut butter sandwiches.
I've changed breakfast from Carb Party for One to protein shake plus fruit.
And I still AM a dairy factory, of course, I just decided not to make that my MAIN PRIMARY NUTRITIONAL FOCUS. If my supply dips a bit, that's okay. The baby is not so tiny anymore, and we shall persevere.
Mental health is important too, and all that.
Upped my lunch walk from 1mi to 2.
Added in 7 minute workouts after each pumping session at work.*
I'm doing a month of sweaty yoga.**
I signed up to run a 5K with my sister in July.***
*I searched the app store for 7 minute workout and downloaded a couple of the free ones. They are surprisingly GOOD workouts, but so blissfully short that they feel very attainable. It's EASY to fit them in. I don't quite break a sweat when I do it so I don't mind doing it at work. Recommend.
**Hot yoga is so fucking gross. The room is CARPETED. Also, the first class I went to, my sister billed as a hot yoga class, but it was IN FACT A HOT BOOTCAMP CLASS. As in, a bootcamp class held in the hot yoga room. As in, doing burpees in a 105' carpeted room. I SUBMIT THAT THIS IS AN INNER CIRCLE OF HELL.
It's SO gross, but I will say that it's like, a weightloss/waste trimming MIRACLE. I think because you don't really want to eat much before, and then you don't feel like eating much AFTER, it has this all day appetite suppressant effect that really CARRIES YOU THROUGH.
Plus by the end you just feel high as a kite on the endorphins of sweating out your body, and grateful to be alive. I'm not sure that I'm recommending this. Well. I'm sure that I'm NOT, and yet, I would do it again.
***Currently I run 0K. I figure if I can get myself up to running 2 miles, social pressure should more or less carry me through on race day.
Well that was fitness.
How about a baby update?
The baby is a joy.
Truly and absolutely, a joy.
I'm just so PLEASED with him.
He started crawling at right around 6 months. And then standing RIGHT after that.
No walking yet, which is REALLY JUST FINE THANKS.
He sleeps like a baby, which is to say, terribly and with lots of interruptions.
Nevertheless, we are all just crazy about him.
Of course I was crazy about Gabey too, but this is such a different baby rearing experience.
A planned baby, and we have adequate financial resources to raise him as desired, and a happy home, and he's so delightful.
My brother is in town with his wife and kids. My nephew turned 1 on Saturday!
Babies - pretty much the best.
Work is fine.
Home is nice.
Oh! Quentin had his surgery, it went well, he did not die. He is now internally plumbed, which we all prefer.
On Sunday (Mother's Day) Gabriel and I went ocean kayaking. We saw a grey whale and her baby! They were only about 30' away from us. It was magical.
I am quite enthused about outdoor activities right now.
We are planning another kayaking excursion in a few weeks, and I found a friend to try stand up paddle boarding with me.
Gabriel's been surfing too. I drop him off with my 12yo nephew. I found a wetsuit at a thrift store for him. No one tell him that it's a ladies' wetsuit, please.