Note: This is my super duper late Mamavation Monday post that has been sitting in my drafts since Monday. I’ve had internet issues all week, so I finally got it posted. Yeah! See you for my next update on Monday. Interested in joining the Mamavation Sistahood, go here.
Last week was pretty full on for some reason. Momentum has been building here on the blog and ideas for how I want to progress professionally are starting to take form. Though my brain seems to race ahead faster than life itself. I was a little burnt out by the end of the week and hubby suggested we meet up at Mr 4.5 year old’s preschool for Mexican on Friday. It was a GREAT idea, Of course I didn’t drink but had a big ole burrito! Running is going so-so, but I was motivated nonetheless to just get in what I can and am looking forward to the Joggermom Marathon, the Brooklyn Half, Mamavation 5K and the BlogHer 5K. I’ve come to the realization that the logistics of getting away to ‘real’ races will continue to be a mission for the next couple of months, with subway rides and 2 kiddies to account for before getting to the starting line in the early morning.
With that realization is also the idea that everything happens for a reason and eventually everything falls into place. I took my measurents well over a month ago, but didn’t weigh myself. I hate hate the scale and find it is never a true representation of how being active makes me feel or how I look. When I drink heaps of water and green smoothies, my skin glows. When I run, I have more energy and I want to run more. A scale cannot measure any of those things.
Last week I was curious and did my measurements again. I wasn’t super surprised, their was only little change. I lost about half an inch in my waist and half an inch around my thighs, that’s something, right?
But the real mystery is that I have this shrinking bottom. It started when I couldn’t keep any food down when pregnant with Miss 6 months and I started to lose weight. I’ve never hated losing weight as much as I did then. But curiously, I lost it in all the hard to lose places like my butt and legs. And now it continues…I’ve bought 2 pairs of jeans since her birth and I keep going down a size. I need a new pair, that puts me down 2 sizes!
Anyhow, moral of the story is that even when you think you’re not getting much traditional exercise in, letting in to goofing off with the kids, running around the house, doing sit ups with a baby as extra weight all pay off.
I am still working on just enjoying the ride…my butt thanks my active kids a thousand times…Now just to work on my jiggly mommy belly