Running on Weight Watchers Check-in

Running on Weight Watchers Check-in

So many of you have kept up with my journey of running through all 40 weeks of pregnancy, and you’ve continued to keep up with my journey back to my typical size (lolol that belly I had tho) and my typical pace. I chose Weight Watchers to help me get past my halfway point, and it’s one of the best postpartum decisions I’ve made.

Why Weight Watchers and not one of these other “things” that’s out there? It’s a pretty simple answer.

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Dear Instagram-Highlight-Reel “Fitness Coach”

Dear Instagram-Highlight-Reel “Fitness Coach”

I’m still mad. Yes, I am still mad over someone in direct sales who implied that women can get back to wearing pre-pregnancy clothes after six days if they just “follow the program” and drink a fucking shake. It doesn’t matter what the brand or company is (although I am sure you can figure it out on your own because you’ve probably received 5948 cold messages about getting on a fitness “journey” that only involves spending upwards of $100 per month) – what matters is that it is easily false advertising and this person should be ashamed of herself for implying that HER results are THE results people will get on a fucking “fitness journey” that she sells the tools for.

So, it’s her lucky day. I have something just for her.

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“It’s Just An Uphill Stretch.” My Mantra During The Newborn Days

“It’s Just An Uphill Stretch.” My Mantra During The Newborn Days

Maybe your newborn sleeps. Maybe your newborn doesn’t sleep. Maybe you’re struggling playing the formula game and trying to find one that your little one’s tummy can handle. Maybe you feel as though you have become a dairy cow and your baby is nursing constantly.

Perhaps you’re currently running on three hours of sleep. You might be the woman standing in front of the mirror, holding back tears, wondering if you’ll ever get back into shape (even though you know deep down inside it’s only been about two weeks since you housed a human).

Regardless of where you’re at, know this: It’s just an uphill stretch.

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This Is My View, and I Run Anyway

This Is My View, and I Run Anyway

Recently, someone made the comment that I have it all “put together so well.” Someone else asked me, “is there anything you don’t do?!” in a way that implied that I am supermom/superwife/supergirl.

Let me stop you right there: While these comments are flattering and I take them as compliments, I am actually a hot freaking mess. I choose what I want to rank as “most important” on my list and then I do those things. I do not, in anyway, have jackshit together. Trust me.

Today, let’s take a little tour of my postpartum house and the view I had when I walked a mile on my treadmill last night.

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I Pledge Not To Provide “Updates” On Postpartum Weight Loss, and This Photo Explains Why

I Pledge Not To Provide “Updates” On Postpartum Weight Loss, and This Photo Explains Why

So, I’ll come right out and say it: I see a lot of women post “updates” about where they are in their postpartum weight loss journey. I respect these journeys; they are not easy. I realize that posting about it on social media can be therapeutic.

I also realize how detrimental it can be. It can turn into something unhealthy and you may not even realize it. I became obsessed with losing weight after my last pregnancy. I mean obsessed. I tried things that weren’t crazy; things that were crazy – and honestly, it didn’t matter that I hung on to ten extra pounds because I looked fantastic. Funny how you can look back and think, “Wow, I was really hard on myself. That was stupid.”

I always knew that numbers on the scale could be misleading, but the photo below confirms that.

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This is me at about 39 weeks last pregnancy and this pregnancy. I weight the same. I’ve gained 53 lbs just like I didn’t last time despite logging over 300 pregnancy miles this pregnancy as oppose to doing absolutely nothing last pregnancy. This comparison should make you giggle – my face doesn’t even look the same, but the number on the scale sure does.

See, here’s the thing: Scales are fucking dumb. Women are fucking amazing, though.

I updated my followers constantly about my post-pregnancy weight after my daughter was born in 2014. Comparison photos, updates on the numbers, etc. This time, you won’t be seeing these posts.

You won’t be seeing side-by-side photos of me. You won’t know what the number on the scale says. You won’t see me say much about my weight at all, if anything. I’m way more than a number on a scale. I’m a (soon to be) mom of three, a pretty cool and chill wife, a distance runner, a race director, and I can cook a pot of sauce that will knock people off their feet. Tell me again why a number on the scale should define me…?

Don’t get me wrong. I look forward to working hard, getting back into running at my normal pace, and achieving post-pregnancy weight loss. But this will not, absolutely not, be the focus of my life for a year or more again.

I 100% pledge not to post these updates. I want to encourage you to define yourself to the world with something else other than losing weight. The world needs to see you for the awesome person that you are, not that you lost thirty pounds after you had a child. Sorry, but it’s true – you’re way more than a number on the scale or an arbitrary timeline that shows just how quickly you lost baby weight.

It’s important to be healthy for you, your family, and your children. It’s not important to let a number on a scale define what healthy is for you. Remember that. Good health > numbers on a scale society deems as “normal.”

You’re awesome. I’m awesome. That’s enough.