- I do cardio and push-ups on Mondays.
- I do and hour of Pilates on Tuesdays.
- I usually get to the gym on Wednesdays and do a mix of cardio and weights.
- I spin on Sundays (also an hour).
- I chase two increasingly fast children all around my house, make several trips up and down the stairs, get them (and a double stroller) into the car at least once a day, and still, this is where I find myself???
I went for my annual exam yesterday. I waited a freaking hour to even get into a room so that I could strip down and really focus on my insecurities. I get back to the second waiting area only to be weighed. Trust me...I was not looking forward to this. I have spent months listening to my husband tell me that the scale at the gym was probably off and uncalibrated (his word...not mine) and that I had to be losing weight given the exercise and healthy eating. I knew that when I got to the doctor's office, the scale would be "calibrated" and I would have to face the music.
I step on (fully clothed, of course) in my sweater, jeans, and boots and watched that damn number climb all the way to 147.6. All I could think of in my head was fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou. Aren't I mature? Yeah...I wanted to pick that damn thing up and throw it across the office. Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed and the nurse suggested that I use the restroom before my appointment. I guess the combination of waiting for an eternity and wanting to shave the remaining fat off my stomach with her pen made her think that I needed a time-out.
I got in the examination room, stripped down, and proceeded to check myself out. Okay, here's where the real gets real. There is no angling the mirror so that it's more flattering or adjusting the light so that all of the cellulite doesn't show...this is real. The mirror is mounted and I really don't think they'd appreciate me removing it from the wall just so that I can get a better look at my goodies.
From the front, not too shabby. Yes, I have this horrible twin skin (lovely term, right?) that I just don't know what to do with. I personally believe that all twin pregnancies (especially when they're c-section) should come with a complimentary tummy tuck. Come on...we've earned it, right? You're already in there...get rid of some of this shit that is now hanging from my previously taut belly!
From the back, seriously? I won't even go into description...let's just say that my back end is the area that I have always been a little self-conscious about. I have a (how do you spell it?) ba donk a donk. Yes...I believe that's the correct spelling. I have an ass on me. I'm not embarrassed of it, but it did take me several years to understand that this is my body type and there's not one thing I can do about it...or is there?
I always thought that it was a lie when people would say, the last ten pounds are the hardest. Seriously! I thought it was a lie made up by fat people so that they could have an excuse for not finishing their diet plan/exercise plan/change your life and get off the couch plan. I never believed it...not for one second. I would nod sympathetically when someone would say it, but I did not believe it. I do now...I've been drawn into this web of the last ten pounds. I never got it...I never had to worry...
I'm realistic though. I just want to get under 140 at this point. I have given up trying to be my pre-pregnancy weight of 135. I have totally put to bed the idea that I could get back to my wedding weight of 127 (WTF? I was skinny). So, what to do? I ask the doctor if I'm overweight...as I'm asking it, tears starts to creep into the corners of my eyes. Don't cry...you're going to be fat, naked, crying girl and this doctor is going to panic...DON'T CRY!!! I didn't cry...I recovered. He said that I'm not necessarily overweight and that the "normal" weights that they use are often skewed. He did say that I'm probably on the low side of overweight on the BMI calculators. Great...
Doctor's suggestions? More challenging workouts and carb restriction...shit! Carb restriction? Fuck me!!!
So, I push myself back into my jeans, pull my sweater over my tummy, and leave. I get home to a stressed out (albeit calm) husband who has a phone interview in 10 minutes and two babies beaming at me from their highchairs. They have Italian Meatball Soup all over their faces and I couldn't be happier. My husband proceeds to tell me (for the millionth time) that I look great and offers normal suggestions (add another spin class, don't eat dinner at 8:00, etc.). I am happy...after all of this, I see my babies and my husband and I am happy.
I will make changes...here they are (in a list, of course):
- Add another spin class.
- Try to do one during the week (Wednesdays would be perfect if they have one on the schedule).
- No carbs if dinner is past 7:00. Just meat and veggies.
- Less alcohol...for some reason, my OCD makes me do everything in sets of 2 (guess that includes having children...although that wasn't my doing...it was the doctor). So, if I have a glass of wine, I have to have two glasses of wine. This is bizarre and I need to stop.
- Snacks...this is where I have a little bit of an issue. My only snacks are popcorn in the afternoon and a yogurt in the morning (the occasional cheese stick). I am pretty good then. It's when I'm tutoring...the vending machine has all of these yummy treats in it. I need to pack healthier snacks. Period.
