I saw a girl/woman/whatever, running today on our gravel road. I've never seen her or anyone run on our road before, so I'm assuming this is a new routine for her, and I couldn't be prouder.
It also made me a little sadpants. I wanna run! (enter whiny voice) I'm tired of walking turtle-ass slow. I might as well be a sloth. Or an overweight snail.(And, anyone that knows me, knows that walking slow is like a death sentence. I'm constantly going mach 1.)
Yes, yes, I know i'm like 8.5 months pregnant and all, but Daaaammnnnnnn, lets get this show on the road!
You know what I've noticed recently? With my 45lb weight gain? (Ya, 45. I'm a lard ass sloth. Ugh.) But, seriously, my knees! They're killing me. Getting up and sitting down are equivalent to 46 needles being stuck in my left boob. I've never, NEVER, had knee problems. A shitload of ankle problems because there's like no cartilage left, but never any knee problems. It's sad.
I know that this is only temporary, but still, it sucks balls. Even when I was at my heaviest (not pregnant), I never had knee problems. It's just so surreal to be overweight and notice all these things that my body doesn't 'do' well any more. It just goes to show you how that added weight can really make you feel like shitsticks.
What am I going to do about all this weight gain?
I'm going to work my ass off for the next year and get back to better shape than pre-preggers!!! Only problem is that I'm so scared that I'm going to be super exhausted right after Baby Girl gets here and I'm not going to want to eat right or exercise. Like, should I set my expectations uber high and start a plan the day after she's here? Or is it more realistic to give myself 2 weeks (or more???) to get into a routine and 'feel' better?
These are serious questions! I need all y'alls advice!
I think it's common sense to wait a little, but I don't want to use it as an excuse, ya know?
And you know what? I'm living up this eating like shit thing 150% right now, but I truly can't wait to be done with it all. I bought the book Sugar Nation, because my super svelt in-shape friend Chelsea recommended it, and I haven't even cracked the spine yet, because I know I only have a few more weeks of processed crap and I'm just not ready to give it up totally.....yet. And I know reading that book, I'll never want to touch a TastyKake again. But I am getting that feeling of, 'ok LB, enough is enough'. And that's good!! That's the first sign that my mind is getting wrapped around changing things. It usually takes me awhile to get my mind, then my body, wrapped around a significant change. I'm a procrastinator like that. But once it is, then it's Go Time people.
Most importantly, I want to set a good example for my daughter. I know she hasn't got the best start with all this crap I shove in my mouth now, but once I start breastfeeding, I really want her to get the correct nutrients, ya know?
I mean, we didn't worry about how many Swiss Rolls we ate as a kid. Or if our food was organic. Or if that can of Cheese-Wiz was real cheese or not. And I was never overweight, but I was unhealthy. But then again, back then, no one really cared about 'health' like they do now, I think. I just want my daughter to crave bananas instead of chocolate. And spinach instead of Big Macs. And actually, if I'm really being honest, I want my husband to do the same. Lord knows an improved diet would help SO MUCH for his diabetes! I've read countless articles on if you eat wholesome, organic, non-processed food, sometimes you never have to take insulin again! I'd love that for him, more than anything! And I know he'd like it too. And I know he'll totally be on board because of that.
Just a few more weeks.
Then it's the Wiksten Healthpocalypse!!!!