Jogging Success

Yesterday marked my third consecutive day of getting in a brisk 30 minute jog -- quite the success for a new mom.  Yesterday also made it 10-days since I birthed little BB -- which made me think as I strolled through our neighborhood.  I've tried hard to remember where I was both in size and weight in comparison with Lil Q.  I really wish I would have journaled about it back then so I'd have a baseline to work from.  But, I didn't, so I'm trying to recollect my weight from my semi-photographic memory with little success.  I DO remember the day Lil Q was 10-days old - and I remember it well.  I graduated from college that day.  On day 9, I remember grabbing a few pairs of pants in the Sears clothing department to wear the next day.  I remember feeling big but not huge.  I remember I had been pulling weeds and tidying house in the week prior to get ready for my graduation party.  I don't remember the scale or exactly what size I bought -- although I do think it was a 10.

Yesterday, I went shopping again and this time it was with Hubby at Target.  He was helping me find sizes and I was looking for 8s.  He held up a pair and told me he just didn't think my butt was THAT big -- I took it as a compliment and grabbed a size 6.  At Target, you can only take 6 items into the dressing room with you at a time - requiring me to try on clothes and redress myself on 3 separate occasions.  A bit ridiculous, but I followed the rules.  I got in that dressing room (trying hard NOT to look at my body in the full length mirror) and pulled on those sixes -- they went over my butt and hips, but there was NO WAY they were being buttoned.  Defeat.  Suddenly Hubby's compliment felt more like an insult.  I told myself to buck it up - that I was ONLY 10 days postpartum and continued the self-torture of trying on more clothes.  I left Target with $150 worth of new clothes and lots of elastic. I ought to invest. 

With those thoughts in mind and the day quickly slipping away, getting in my walk was not only a necessity toward my stress relieving sanity, but really it was a requirement to reclaim my body.

I know I had indicated I would wait until two weeks postpartum to begin, but I felt reasonable good and wanted to try and with thoughts of "size 8" and the image of my body's reflection in that full length mirror fresh in my mind, I had lots of motivation.  Plus, I snuck out on my walk without BB in a stroller, giving me some extra freedom.

I started on my jog downhill to save myself.  I was super slow and low to the ground.  Throughout the short stint of it, I was uber aware of every tinge of my body, listening intently for a signal I should stop.  None came and I continued and it felt GREAT!!!

And, after returning, Hubby announced he was making an ice cream run -- I caved, but I deserved it, right??? So, I'm a little weak - ok, ALOT week as I had indulged on cookies already once that day.  But, I got on the scale and dropped weight again this morning - this time to 147.  I'm moving in the right direction -- 2 more lbs for my 2-week goal of 145.  I think I'll make it.