I've given up my diet. Shame, really, as it was going so well. I hadn't cheated at all, wasn't hungry, and had even made it past that initial bit where you think about food constantly. I was exercising daily, staying off the scale, and making plans for the hott jeans I was going to buy once I got my ass up off the backs of my thighs. And then about a week in Owen was screaming all day and refusing to nurse and it slowly dawned on me that my milk had tanked. I thought I was doing a good job of keeping the calories up and just making better food choices, but it seems that in addition to calories I need a goodly supply of fat and carbs if I want to keep my job as the resident cow. And I do very much want to keep that job, because I sure as hell didn't come this far just to crap out a month shy of the year mark in the name of losing my last six pounds of baby weight.
And so, the diet has been postponed indefinitely, until such a time as Owen loses interest or can at least get milk from an actual cow.
The thing I haven't given up is regular daily exercise, which I haven't done for any extended period since Mia was born and always thought I didn't have time for. And I really don't have time for it, other things are definitely going by the wayside, but I have finally put my foot down. I spend 23.5 hours a day doing things for other people, I can find 30 minutes to do something for me.
Like everyone else on the internet, I've been doing 30 Day Shred. And I wasn't going to mention it, because it seems I read 87 references to it every week, but hot damn it actually works. I have abs for the first time in my life. Sure, they are still covered with a goodly layer of mommy flab, but there are muscles in there. In two weeks, I've gone from looking four months pregnant to looking three and a half months pregnant but with the ability to flex my brand new abs and achieve a nearly flat stomach. Not sucking it in, mind you, at which I am highly skilled, but just tightening up those muscles and no longer looking like I am smuggling cubby kittens under my shirt.
Are there better ways to get in shape? Almost certainly. But for 30 minutes a day and a workout you can actually do without vomiting your lungs, I'm afraid I have to highly recommend it. (Be forewarned about Level 2, however, where there is a distracting amount of heaving cleavage being thrown around. Maybe that's something you look for in a workout DVD, but I just want people to cuss out without getting so closely acquainted with their bouncy bits.)
This ends my unsolicited commercial. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about my new mop.