Shape Shifting

Nineteen months ago I gave birth to an amazing little boy. During the 9 months of pregnancy, I was quickly able to pack on 50 pounds - mostly because eating was the only way I could control my nausea. But, I can't lie - there was something so freeing about eating whatever I wanted. I told myself that no one could judge me because I was growing an itty bitty tiny human - and he should not be denied. So, after the nausea passed, I continued to stuff my face. Now, here I sit, 19 months later and still suffering from those post partum baby pounds.

Let's just get one thing out in the open - getting into shape is almost as painful as the process of having a baby. Somehow, I doubt I am the only woman who feels this way.

I started out small - counting calories and watching my food intake. It took all the fun out of grocery shopping, something I used to really enjoy. Now it is simply a process, and a reminder of all the things I am denying myself. However, having been fairly committed to the process since the beginning of June, I can proudly say I am down 6 pounds. Not bad for 45 days, not quite the number I was hoping for. It is clear to me that denying myself Taco Bell, chips, creamer in my coffee, and as many 'unhealthy' foods as possible is not going to cut it. Recently, I started adding exercise - ouch. I keep telling myself that it will get better, but then I wake up the next day and my aching muscles remind me how far I have yet to go.

Three days ago I started a plank challenge. These people are crazy - actually I take that back, they are utterly insane. Anyone who can actually hold a plank for 5 minutes by day 30 - kudos to you. While I would like to be optimistic, the realist in me is accepting the fact that reaching that goal is not likely in my future. But every little bit counts right? So I continue at a pace that works for me. Unfortunately, I am doubtful it will lead to rock hard abs by the end of summer.

Slowly but surely....slowly but surely. One day at a time. I know I can do it, I know I will do it. Finding my rythym has been the tough part - but I am. Now it is about pushing myself, and remembering that no one will do it for me. There is no easy button for whipping a body back into shape - only motivation, dedication, and consistency. I pray every day for all three!