Now that I don’t have this ginormous belly the itch to run has returned. My cravings no longer revolve around food, but around the need to feel the crisp air on my face as I settle into a long bike ride; the high from dry heaving after hill sprints; the rush from beating a PR.
However, I’m still a solid 8-10 weeks (if I’m lucky) away from being given the exercise green light. My stomach turned when I was told that some women require a full 12-15 months to fully recover and return to their previous lifestyles. Overall, my Drs and nurses have been incredibly impressed with my speed of recovery thus far. I’m hoping this means that maybe I’m an 8 week healer and not a 15 month healer. Maybe? Please?
I’m allowed to go for “light short walks” in another 4 weeks. (Not the dry heaving, quads on fire, sweat dripping work out I’m craving. UGH.) It’s wildly frustrating, especially since I had planned on signing up for the Atlanta Track Club’s Women’s 5k Training Program and was super excited about it. But alas, my DR has done a great job reminding me that if I overdo it I’ll basically extend my recovery and really be kicking myself in the ass.
Kevin has noticed my itch to run and put together my jogging stroller for when the time comes.
This whole exclusive breast feeding combined with my child’s innate ability to wake up the second any food touches my lips and riot to be held by no one other than me has proven to be a very effective diet thus far. I’ve lost 18lbs in 12 days. Just the difference from day 7 to day 10 with the swelling is remarkable to me. It’s been really incredible to watch my body shift and change since I’ve had the C Section. I’m still stupid swollen, but nothing like I was.
My fat pack is still crazy swollen, but I at least I can wear the same compression pants. YAHTZEE! It appears that not only did I gain an awesome little baby, but I also gained some back fat and ass fat throughout my pregnancy.
I’m 20lbs above my Pre Pregnancy Weight and a solid 64lbs from my healthiest adult weight back (Labor Day of 2013 – but only a nutjob would remembers the date…)
For the first time since our first loss I feel the innate desire to get back to that lifestyle. I have this deep need to teach Brooke a healthy lifestyle and the importance of self confidence no matter one’s size.
2016 will be the best year yet.