It feels more like a mountain at times. In the recent past, I remember being so motivated after hearing this adage (and I paraphrase), “Today is yesterday’s tomorrow.” I thought about this in particular since today marks the end of June and tomorrow brings the rest of the year. We are literally halfway there. Where does time slip away to so unnoticed?
Here’s the back story. I got pregnant for the first time in April 2011. I can say that my lifestyle then was far from sedentary. Though not necessarily healthy, I was pretty active as I’ve always been my entire life. I like to run. I like any water activities. I like dancing. Working out. Moving. I just like to move. Period. After finding out about my pregnancy, I decided to maintain a healthier eating habit. I was truly determined to better my physical well-being for the sake of the life inside me. I managed to gain a healthy 30 lbs. eating the right things and working out and swimming daily until my overgrown belly allowed me to. Shortly after the birth of my daughter in January 2012, I quickly lost 20 lbs. just from maintaining the same eating habit I had while being pregnant. I added some of the beers and wines I missed drinking while I couldn’t and also some of the grease and sweets. The remaining 10 lbs. then stayed with me. I lost them. Then I gained them back. And I lost them again. Then around September 2012, I started noticing the weight stacking on with a vengeance, and along with other symptoms, I realized that I was pregnant again. Wow! Just when I was just enjoying my cocktails…hahaha. Really, it was funny.
So baby #2 wasn’t supposed to come out until the end of this month, and he decided he wanted to come out a month and a half early. I remember around April this year thinking how much I wanted to vigorously work out and run and dance and lose weight, which I couldn’t do for two reasons: one, I was eating horribly and had gained 20 lbs. at that point in my pregnancy and two, I felt the weight I gained and was extremely physically uncomfortable with it–let alone with my bulging belly. Since the birth of my son, I’ve lost 13 lbs., and I’ve been excitedly planning my anatomical comeback. Yet, after realizing that I am to start this comeback tomorrow, I started feeling some unwelcome dread.
Why is it so difficult to commit to being healthy? Hmm?
My plan is not to magically cut the weight loss string. I want to do it the right way, which I know is synonymous to the hard way. I have no problem committing to the workout regime I have chosen, which is P90X Classic, as I am familiar with it from previous experience. The hardest part for me is the one in which I have to control the things my body consumes. I like food. I like to read about it. I like to cook it. And I like to eat it. I even like watching it on tv. Food. Food. Food! I like Asian. Italian. American. Mediterranean. Indian. Latin. Caribbean. Middle Eastern. I like them all. And did I mention the beers and wines and cocktails? O and chocolate and coffee and cupcakes. Okay. I can stop.
The hill may be steep, but I think conquering the challenging climb will be worth it in the end. I just have to constantly remind myself that it isn’t just for me now; it’s also for my family.
So here’s a bottle of Bud for my last day as a compulsive eater. From now on, it’s all about portion control and better choices. I will be following P90X’s 5-tier guideline of better food choices or at least doing my best to. If interested with any information about the diet and exercise plan I am pursuing, check this out: http://www.beachbody.com. By the way, the image above is of me looking on to the mountains of the El Yunque rainforest in Puerto Rico circa June 2010. Definitely pre-pregnancy. Definitely a post-pregnancy goal.
P.S. That bottle of Bud might not be the last of its kind to find its way around my routine. I’m just saying.