My relationship with running for the past year can be summed up with one anecdote from this weekend. Saturday morning I woke up intending to start the Couch to 5K program all over again. The problem was, I couldn't find my running shoes. It had been so long since I'd pulled them out that I couldn't for the life of me remember where I'd seen them last. After 30 minutes of digging and Darrell finally suggesting they might be in the storage bin underneath the bed, I found them and managed to finish the first run of the program with Fitz by my side, wishing the whole way that I had doubled up on the sports bras. But hey, at least I went! I was also reminded of why I used to love running so much; there's such a pure, unadulterated alone-ness about it. I spent 99% of my days lately caring for a job, a home, a tiny person, but when I'm running it's just me. And whether that run sucks or not, when I'm in the park with nothing but some headphones & tennis shoes I can get nothing done except running for myself.
Running & yoga will improve the general looks of things, but in truth it's diet that will make my jeans fit again, so I've been doing Weight Watchers for the past month. I could use a free iPhone app, but Weight Watchers is the only program I've found thus far that builds in points (calories) for breastfeeding moms. Losing weight while you're breastfeeding is slow going - yes it helps you lose weight, but you have to keep it slow, otherwise you risk compromising your milk supply - so this month, I lost 5 lbs. That sounds like nothing and admittedly it isn't much, but at this rate I'll be back to my pre-pregnancy weight in about 3 months, and I can handle those odds!
As for my fitness progress overall, I'd say I'm halfway back to where I was. While 3 weeks ago getting into a lunge was tough, I popped into a decent version of crooked sage this morning for Darrell to take this photo without relative ease. While the leftover baby belly makes certain poses impossible still (flying pigeon, fellow yogis?) I'm thrilled to say that I feel stronger than I thought would be possible by now, and I know that's because of the effort I put in to rehabilitate my practice and keep moving. I want to be the kind of mom who gets down in the dirt and really runs and plays with Claire, and her cute face is the best motivation I could ask for.
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