Well, I suppose this post has been a long time in the coming. I admittedly kept putting off writing any kind of “losing the baby weight” update because I hoped to be able to do some kind of “yay, victory is mine!” post — but alas, at 16 months later, I feel like it’s finally time to own up to how things have been going.
As mentioned in my last post on the subject, I gained an excessive amount of weight during my pregnancy with Lillian — nearly 70 pounds — and as of November 2011, I still had 30 pounds of that to lose in order to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight of 190 pounds. As for how much progress has been made since then? Here’s an updated photo of the scale:
So I suppose the good news is that some progress has been made — 207 pounds is certainly an improvement over the 220 from my last update. But at the same time, that leaves another 17 to go. And considering that I had hoped to have shed those pounds by last summer, it’s probably safe to say that things could be going better.
This is the part where I’m supposed to reflect on what a struggle it is to lose all that weight, but honestly, I don’t feel like I’ve been trying very hard. With the exception of a few short-lived stretches of dutifully trying to cut back, I’ve just been snacking and eating junk and drinking as many sodas as I want for the last year. And then there was this business where me and Joe invented something called “wing feast,” which certainly didn’t help matters any.
The idea was to enjoy a deliciously awesome meal while watching a movie, to make up for how infrequently we found ourselves going out on dates and generally having “couple time” in those early days of parenthood. Which doesn’t sound so bad in and of itself, except that for a while there, we were doing it pretty much every weekend.
So in conclusion, motivation has been a big problem. But the good news is that I recently started feeling a greater desire to try harder at this “losing the baby weight” thing. Maybe part of it is that my baby is now a toddler, and she discovered a fun game where she lifts up my shirt and pats my belly and laughs at how squishy and jiggly it is. Or maybe it’s just a random coincidence. In any case, lately I’ve found myself feeling oddly motivated to “get back on the wagon.”
So since around the beginning of March, the sodas have been cut way back, and the snacking has been reduced to reasonable levels, and my meals have come with more vegetables and less meat/carbs/gravy than they used to. And even though it hasn’t been that long yet, I feel like these measures are already starting to have an impact — not necessarily on the scale or the waistline, but in feeling generally healthier and more energetic. So hopefully I can keep it up and have some better progress to report in another few months.
Anyone else out there currently in the midst of a struggle to lose a bunch of pregnancy weight, or a bunch of weight in general? Any tips you’ve found useful for staying motivated when it takes longer than you originally hoped?