So I’m sitting here watching “I Used to Be Fat” (Terra’s story) and all of a sudden I felt this crazy longing.
Honestly, years ago if you would have said that I would have been sad to not go to the gym, I would have laughed at you and continued to eat my cheez doodles mixed with Lays Potato Chips.
Truth be told, the weight loss after my first son transformed me. It was a huge lifestyle change. I learned about eating clean, calories, fat intake, sugar intake… so many different elements of weight loss.
Previously, I was eating everything, when I was hungry, and when I was not. Also, after my first son was born, I (like a lot of new moms) suffered from a case of Post Partum Depression which only led to me eating more and more.
Miraculously though, after I had gained 50 pounds with my son, 40 pounds came off in six weeks! (And that’s with no gym or healthy eating, actually a lot of barely eating, life with a newborn is insane!) Only now can I see the miracle in those numbers. Unfortunately my unhealthy eating habits over the next six months caused an upward movement in the scale landing me with an extra 10 pounds, for a total of 20 pounds over pre-pregnancy weight.
The gym became my escape. If you do not regularly workout (and like it) you may not understand how going to the gym can be a really, really good thing for your body spirit and soul.
I’d plan my workouts the weekend before. Create playlists and download music EVERY Saturday for upcoming workouts.
There was even one point in time that I started doing double workouts, exercising twice a day for 4 days! My body had a not so positive response to that but we will save that for another post J
The point is, I loved it. I love it.
I miss it.
Now, at almost 8 months pregnant, I am in the home stretch. I am so excited for boy2’s arrival!
Since I am slowing down a bit more (okay a lot more), I miss my agility, my planning preps, my spin bike…basically the list goes on. I miss the “me time”, the end feeling of an amazing workout, and the satisfaction of executing all 5 planned workouts at the end of a week.
In the end I lost 50 pounds, bringing me to just under where I was in high school. The fashion that comes along with being a size 8 is well, intoxicating. I have since gained all 50 back in baby weight. *insert shocked gasp here*
A part of the struggle that will be happening once I give birth, is remembering that it took TIME, lots of time. It took me six months to drop the first 20, and another year to drop 30. I need to be super patient.
I also need to hide my pre pregnancy clothes, far far away.
And although I have 2 months or so left until I have the baby and another 3 months minimum until I can enter a gym, I will be patient. But I do miss it!
I can’t wait because this time will be totally different, I’ll be blogging my progress, I won’t be the only talking to myself into workouts, and I will do something I never did before, track progress with pictures! So that is something super fun to look forward to.
So that’s my weekly confession. I miss my gym time.
Anyone else give up something they loved recently, even if it was just temporary?