Fitness after pregnancy: I used to be an athlete; once upon a time it was my life. Now my life is my baby girl and it has been hard to accommodate the two. This blog is my attempt to get back my fit lifestyle because I owe it to my little girl to live that way. Also, I'm hoping that my experience and experiences can act as some kind of inspiration for fellow parents wanting to get back their pre-baby fitness or just be fit!
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Two - Food and fast!
Following the birth of my baby girl, I knew I had to get
myself fit again. My pregnancy was too easily used as an excuse to actually eat for two. And, my first trimester was nursed with sugar and sour sweets. Having spent years as an athlete, my body was now feeling flabby and
foreign to me. Having Willow, I had pushed it in ways I never knew I could and I had learnt
that sport is actually quite easy, in comparison to childbirth. It’s motivating myself to do it that isn’t easy.
Running wasn’t working - a little matter called the pelvic floor.
The bike hurt me - the birth was a natural one ...
Diet? Everyone in the world says that breastfeeding will get
your figure back. Really? So, I breastfed. What everyone doesn’t tell you is
that the reason why you will get your figure back is because, when breastfeeding, you have no time
to eat! All the time, you are your baby’s food source. Willow fed for hours and
hours and hours. I lost weight rapidly. However, I gained that weight rapidly
because fatigue and extreme hunger and lack of time to eat can only really be
satisfied by cake. Cake can be bought, it doesn’t need preparation and it makes
you feel so good on your one hour of sleep. It was part of the convenient food
diet that I consumed while I was feeding Willow – totally inappropriate for her
but so necessary for me. I couldn’t even have a hot cup of tea so a nutritious
lasagne was not happening.
This has led to a bit of problem. A year on and I am still fighting the weight. A year on and Willow has a very sweet tooth. A year on and my diet is
worse than it has ever been. I am now in a bit of a quandary: I can’t run
because I feel too heavy to pound the streets; I can’t sit on my bike because
my belly nearly hits my knees; I can’t wear lycra – I can’t.
This 'be fit' campaign has to be addressed
firstly by my diet - if I eat well, I feel well. Of course, if I eat well, I will want to do more sport and not laze around blaming Willow for my lethargy, like I am, right now.
After my glass of wine tonight, I promise, tomorrow is a new day ...
Actually, I have had enough of saying ‘tomorrow’ or ‘as from
Monday’ or ‘starting next week.’ It is 11.57am, Thursday 16th February 2012 and I am beginning now.
I am going to drink lots of water and cut back on cups of
tea. Pre-pregnancy, my weakness was coffee but somehow, unless the coffee is
made by a barista in Majorca, I can’t stomach it now.
I am going stick to a certain number of good calories per
day, 1800, and I will only exceed those when I am training. I need to be strict
here because I have already had a Waitrose fondant fancy ...