Yesterday, I turned 34. M is distraught because I didn’t get a present. I am not. My present to myself is to take care of myself. I need to make it a priority again. That means my mental health and my physical health. I’ve spent the past 11 months or so making sure that H arrived here healthy and happy. I need to make sure I keep her fed, but other than that, I need to make sure I’m OK.
One of the things that will help that is finding the time to blog more. I may not have attended BlogHer this year, but just seeing the tweets from friends reminded me that I enjoy having a blog for a reason. It helps keep me sane. It helps that either through medication, maturity, or just the swing that moves to side to side, H can now be set down and I can take the time to write. We’re getting our snuggles in every day, but both of us appreciate some alone time. My goal is three times a week. What my obligation would have been had I kept the ads up. Writing for fun helps me write for business better. Writing about what is happening in my life helps me cope with my life better. It also has given me a community whose only fault is that more of it isn’t closer to me.
The other thing that I’ll be doing is focusing on losing weight again. It will be an interesting dance for sure. I’ve figured out how to lose weight, but doing it while continuing to exclusively breastfeed my daughter will be a new challenge. I’ve been doing some reading, and I think I know what I’m going to try. At the same time, I’m going to try to help the rest of my family be healthier. I do a pretty good job with M, but all of the adults around here could use some help. We’re not as young as our parents were, and we need to make sure we stick around for our kids. Chances are most of my writing will be about that.
To get started, I think my plan for myself is going to be to focus on exercise. From what I’ve read, calorie limiting is the hardest to balance. Sure, Weight Watchers has a plan for breastfeeding moms, but you had better eat all of your points or else. If you exercise, or skimp on points, your milk supply suffers. The benefit of focusing on the exercise first is that I get the mental health benefits of working out. The hard part is going to be figuring out what kind of working out I want to do. I have two large (DDD!) obstacles I didn’t have before. My plan is to start walking in the evenings with H in the stroller. I nurse, then walk for an hour, at which point she’ll be ready to eat again most likely. Once I’m ready to start running either she’ll be old enough to go in the jogger, it will be too cold for her to come with, or she will get left at home. When it is too cold to run, or too hot, I’m going to submit myself to the torture of Jillian Micheals again. Once a Shredhead, always a Shreadhead.
Hopefully that makes sense. I would love to hear others experiences with losing weight while breastfeeding.
For reference, and honesty, I currently weigh about 275. I was around 240ish when I got pregnant. Healthy for me is 160.
Only 115 to go.