I don’t generally make goals for the New Year, but I do reflect on the previous year and think about the things I want to change. The past several years have been challenging to say the least, but I have to say that this past year was my favorite. I got to spend it with the most amazing man and we also found out that we were expecting. I love the timing of this baby because, for some reason, it makes me feel like I have an entire year to recover. I’d like to look back on this year when next January comes and feel like I accomplished a lot. So as we prepare for the birth of our sweet baby boy in a couple of weeks, I began thinking about my hopes for the year.
Health is, of course, at the forefront of my mind after having a baby. Before getting pregnant, I was at the all time lowest weight of my adult life after experiencing a nasty divorce several years before. I’m 5’7″ and weighed about 125 pounds. I got to this weight by doing a lot of walking to relieve stress and running in the evenings with music therapy. I also watched what I ate.
So obviously my first goal is to lose baby weight. I definitely gained the most weight with my very first pregnancy, but I have been a lot less active with this one due to some body pains that I’ve never had with pregnancy and my job, which requires me to sit at a computer for hours at a time. Before we get into losing baby weight, lets check out the cutie and reason for all this extra cushiness.
If he’s not the cutest little guy you’ve ever seen, there is something wrong with your eyeballs. He definitely has some excited women waiting to plant their lips on his chubby little cheeks. His daddy, too, is elated to welcome some more testosterone into the family.
All this time, heartburn, pain, sleep loss, and body changing has been totally worth it! Since I have to deliver via c-section, my recovery time will be a bit longer than the normal vaginal delivery. I’m expecting to take about 8 weeks to feel somewhat normal and I even know it could be longer since this is my third pregnancy and third c-section. To top it all off, I am no spring chicken.
My goal is to be in the best shape of my life, that is, weight not being a concern but just overall healthiness. I want to feel good, I want to gain muscle, and I want to make sure I get this weight off for good to prevent “mom frump”. Not only is it important to me personally, but I’m a huge advocate for making sure you take care of yourself for your spouse’s sake. He’s definitely a motivator for me because I know he prefers to have a healthy spouse by his side. I’ll be hitting the gym and making my recovery a priority this year. No, I have no idea what I’m doing and I have no idea how long it will take, but I know it can be done and I have the greatest support network and man to show me what to do.
I have always been someone to watch what I eat. I don’t overindulge and I have never really had a problem saying no to things I like. If I do indulge, even just a little, I experience a lot of regret. So eating has never really been a challenging area in my life, until pregnancy. 🙂
Pregnancy does something to my mindset. I experience a shift in my personal expectations and I let go of this resistance to overindulge in things I like. I have restrained myself a bit, but definitely not like I normally do. As a result, I have put on some extra pounds that don’t need to be there. I tend to gain about 50 pounds during pregnancy and so far, I have been able to get it all off with each of my pregnancies. Here’s to hoping this one is no different!
My goal this year, however, is to get back on the healthy wagon and make sure I’m treating my body how it deserves. It’s just not worth all the guilt I feel to not control myself.
So no more 3 egg breakfast sandwiches, no more graham crackers with peanut butter, no more frequent coca cola splurges, and no more second helpings. What I do refuse is to prohibit myself from enjoying things I like every now and then. I will allow myself to eat things, every once in a while, that I love and know aren’t the greatest for my body because, well, I’m a believer in joy and I find a lot of joy in certain foods. What’s life if you can’t enjoy it every now and then?
I’m a little bitter when it comes to this area of my life. I haven’t rented a home since I was 19 years old when I bought my first one. Due to the circumstances in the past several years, I was forced to become a renter again and it has been challenging for me. We definitely plan on buying or even building eventually, but it won’t be happening for the next couple years.
If you know anything about me though, you know I get all giddy about paint, decor, and making my home feel fresh and cozy.
So here I am, in a rental home, unable to paint, replace carpet, or really hang everything I want/need to (shhhh…I’ve probably put 10 anchors in the wall, but I’m just going to ask for forgiveness because I’ve been a model tenant. 🙂
So organization is still possible and I’m looking at this renting time in my life as an opportunity to help those of you who do rent like me and are trying to make their temporary home feel like their own. More about this below.
Can I just be real? Messy divorces are expensive. I’m not going to create a blog that leads you to believe my life is perfect. I am not married to my high school sweetheart, we don’t live in a fancy house, we have to be budget conscious, and we are still trying to figure out what we want to be when we grow up. I think most people are in the same situation these days. You’re looking for ways to cut costs, save money, and reach your dreams whether that’s to buy your own home, pay off your debt, or just land that dream job. Well I’m finally, three years later, getting to the point where I can stop throwing my money at lawyers and throw it in my savings account instead. I’m a pretty good saver to begin with, but I have also been deprived in life from making purchases such as dining room chairs. Yes, I went almost an entire 10 years of marriage without proper dining room chairs. So I want to make sure I balance organization and making this rental home a home, with saving our money.
You know those blogs. The ones with the pictures of the perfect families with stark white teeth and coordinating outfits. You’re not looking at one of those. If I do happen to post a picture like that, I’ll let you in all the headaches, hair pulling, and eye rolling it took to get everyone to sit down and smile for it.
If I do a project, my goal is let you in behind the scenes because let’s face it, folks, reality is that most people’s homes do not look like a magazine. They look lived in. There are dishes in the sink, there are toys on the floor, there are hairballs in the bathroom, and there are unresolved issues with decor, organization, and just a lack of knowledge when it comes to doing something about it.
I want to help you, so I’m going to welcome you in to my rental, my life, my mess, and my reality, with a lot of reservations (because who wants to look like they don’t have their crap together?) and give you an honest dose of life. Feel free to critique, judge, leave your opinions, or even throw your two cents in and give me some suggestions and recommendations because we’re all a work in progress.
So here’s my first attempt at “Keepin’ it Real”. I despise preggy photos, but I’m going to post one here for you in my messy bathroom because I want to meet my goal.
Yes, I was about 6 months along and I’m all decked out in my Nashville, Predators gear for the hockey game and I’ve gotten much larger since then. In fact, a week ago, when I went to my doctor’s appointment, the doctor said, “Well, you gained 2 pounds this week.” Before you jump to conclusions and assume I overindulged in that really yummy Bluebell cookie ice cream, I actually wore Timberland boots that probably weigh 10 pounds each, so by my calculations, I should actually SUBTRACT 20 pounds for that weigh-in. You feel me?
So that’s it. My goals for the new year. Attainable? I believe so. Do I have a lot of motivation? I do right now, but ask me again when I have the three year-old on one leg and the newborn on the other and they’re both crying. Ask me then and I might laugh and tell you I have no time to go to the gym. I might even show you a picture of my living room decorated in burp rags, day old bottles, and Frozen dress-up dresses. Welcome to reality.