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I am not one to say I’d never eat fast food.
Even at my heaviest fast food was not my problem. Sure, I’d cure an hangover with a number 3 from McDonald’s with a large fountain Diet Coke and when on road trips wouldn’t dare kid myself that I’d have the salad but it was not a daily, hell it was probably not even a monthly thing.
Until I got pregnant.
At some point near the middle of the second trimester I became Wendy’s bitch. Part of this was logistics. In order to get to and from Stop & Shop for groceries, in order to go to my OBGYN, in order to visit the chiropractor or get a prenatal massage to try and battle sciatica (more on that later) I passed by the home of my “red-headed friend”. And I got myself a Spicy Chicken Sandwich Combo – medium, with only lettuce on the sandwich.
And more times than not – a Frosty for dessert.
Despite this habit – which at it’s height had me there daily and knowing the drive-thru cashier by name (not quite but close) I didn’t gain that much weight during my pregnancy. Sure – I was 30 lbs up before I got pregnant but I gained approximately 22-ish lbs all told. I’ve lost about half that and kept it off.
The other 10? And the original 30? They’re sticking around.
I had plans – big plans for losing the weight. Breastfeeding will make the weight slide right off!!! I’ll walk with the baby every day!! We’ll go to Mommy & Me Baby Bootcamp!!!
My baby is a giant – clocking in at almost 20 lbs in his 5th month. 8 of those pounds were gained from birth and with me nursing him exclusively. The last 4 weeks we’ve cut back to me nursing 2-3x a day and supplementing formula (and now first foods 2x a day). All breastfeeding got me was a baby who’s thriving and some ugly ass bras.
Our mild winter turned into a Sahara-esque summer and so risking heatstroke from walking is not really an option. The annoying thing about new mommies groups (which I admit I researched and didn’t attempt to go) is that they are all for SAHM and meet during weekday mornings. It’s annoying.
In the last 3 weeks I’ve started a routine of sorts. I took my first post baby Zumba class and didn’t die. Ryan’s daycare is close to the Y and so my new routine (when working from home) is to put on workout clothes and drop him off then head to the gym.
So far my eating hasn’t caught up to my exercise schedule. I’m still craving ice cream and won’t lie. My last tryst with Wendy was sometime last week. But I’m committed to running a 10k with Jen in the fall and am tired of crying every time I look at my closet. I’m thisclose to being at a size where conventional stores are no longer an option and I SWORE to myself I would never ever let that happen again.
So far my workouts are incline walking – 30 minutes at about a level 12 (out of 20) which puts me at the highest at an 8% incline on the random program. Next week I plan to start Couch25K again and Dave talked today about joining Weight Watchers with me.
I know I can do it. I’ve done it before. Starting the exercise before the ‘diet’ is actually a good thing for me. The more I work out – the less I’ll eat…eventually.
For now I’m stating here and now a moratorium on Spicy Chicken Combos. My BFF at the drive-thru will have to learn to get along without me.