I can’t believe it’s been a month already! I’ve had a lot of support from family, especially from my sweet husband. I’ve lost 4 lbs, and while that may not sound like a lot, it means I’ve lost a pound a week. That’s not bad considering the fact that I can’t go to the gym everyday for an hour like I did back in college when I was 19. I’ve started jogging again this week, and I think that will make me lose weight even faster. Not that it’s all about weight loss. I’m trying to be more healthy in general, so I really don’t get too hung up over a number on the scale. I haven’t been able to walk or run for a while because of a bunch of forest fires close by where I live which have made it health hazardous to go outside. So lately I’ve just been focusing on toning muscle, and have even started weightlifting. I enjoy it, so I’ve decided to switch up my workout routine from this:
I go into more detail about this workout plan on my exercise page here, but basically I just added weightlifting and jogging on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and now only do yoga on Saturdays. I’m lucky enough to live close to an amazing Hindu temple that offers yoga classes, but if you go to a community class or watch a YouTube video, or have a yoga app, that works just fine as well! Or you can skip the yoga and do whatever makes you feel saucy. It’s your life.
I admit, I eat more sugar than I really ought to, but I do try to eat as many fruits and veggies as I can throughout the day. My goal is to try for a serving of fruit or vegetables with each meal or snack. If you’re wondering, I eat three full meals and three snacks; one in the wee hours of the morning before I go to work online at 3am, one in the afternoon (I usually try to workout before eating this snack so I can use if for a bit of recovery energy), and one in the evening, about an hour or two before going to bed. And that’s just because I eat dinner early, around 5 or sometime even 4:30, so I’m usually starving by 7 or 8 o’clock.
So today, me and husband went on our first “date” – meaning that we were actually able to go out and do something fun together while my wonderful grandmother babysat our little girl. Baby H did great without her mama for a couple of hours, and I got to look at air shows and car races that they had at the small local airport. They were offering helicopter rides to the public, which I considered doing since it would have been rather Tomb-Raiderish of me, but there was a long line to sign up for time slots, so we just took pictures instead.
Later we visited my mom and played with the baby there for a while, and then me and my husband left her with abuela (my mom) and went to have a quick lunch at the nearby mall. It was a fun day, and now my daughter is sleeping like a log, and I intend to do the same. I feel a lot better emotionally than I did a month ago, and have officially been off the postpartum depression pills they gave me for almost three weeks. I have plenty of energy, even if I sometimes don’t get as much sleep as I should, and it feels really good to know that I can separate myself from the baby for some “me time” without having either her or me freak out.
Take one day at a time
Everything else you can leave behind
I don’t want for us to take pills anymore, not that it’s bad
Because we’re stronger and we don’t need them
— Take Pills, by Panda Bear