I finished week one of C25K! I was supposed to go to the gym last night, but the baby was really fussy, I was really tired - and it just didn't happen.
However, after a very sleepless night (the baby woke up 3 times!), I decided that since I was already semi-awake and sleep-deprived, I might as well haul my ass to the gym. It was 6:30am, believe it or not. Wow, how life has changed. A few months ago, an earthquake would not have awoken me at 6:30am on a Saturday morning.
It feels great, starting my day this way. I've made it to the gym 3 times this week already, and I've got one more to go! Even though I didn't go yesterday, I feel less guilty because I've been trying so hard.
The funny thing is, if I don't see a loss on the scale on Monday, I won't be disappointed. How could I be? I'm moving in the right direction, and that's all that counts. As long as my heart is in it, I'm going to keep trudging ahead.
I hope that I can finish Week 2 with the same gusto!
Well, there is something troubling me - which is likely the reason that a fire has been lit underneath me. I can't fit into most of my pre-pregnancy clothes. Ugh. Painful to admit it, but it's true. I have 2 pairs of pants and a t-shirt (which is still a bit snug) - and that's all. My cardigan is maternity (hard to tell, though), and so are all my t-shirts. My workout clothes are maternity.
Do you know how mortifying it is, standing in my closet FULL of clothes with only 3 items that I can wear? To see all my other clothes everyday, like they are ghosts from my past?
A few days ago, my little one spit up all over my pants right before we were supposed to leave the house. I was freaking out. Not because of the gross display of curdled milk all over me, but because I didn't have anything else to wear.
Now, I don't feel too alone in this. I met with some other new moms earlier this week. One of them was taking her coat off, and I noticed that she was still wearing her maternity pants. And she had her baby a couple of weeks after me. It made me feel a lot less pathetic, that's for sure. And yes, I know that it took me 9 months to put this weight on, and it'll take me awhile to get it off. But the weight that I have left on me right now ain't baby weight! Because that weight is now being carried in my arms everyday.
I'm still about 20lbs away from my pre-pregnancy weight, so those clothes aren't going to fit me anytime soon. But I'm NOT caving in and buying bigger one's right now. It's not a punishment, but rotating my VERY tiny wardrobe right now will be a constant reminder that I need to keep working hard. It's going to feel WONDERFUL to wear those clothes again!