I have battled with my weight a lot of my life.
I unfortunately have the fat gene, therefore it is very difficult for me to lose weight. I come from an Indian heritage as well so fatness runs in my family.
I was always the skinniest of all my family, as I took care of myself, went to the gym a lot and worked incredibly hard to be fit and healthy.
In my early 20’s, while I was at uni, I went to the gym 3 times a day (I know it sounds crazy, but when you have the fat gene you do what is necessary to keep fit). I swam every morning, did cardio or weights in the afternoon and a yoga or pilates session in the evening.
When I met my partner, I went to the gym less and less as I spent more time with him. It happens. Happiness makes you fat!
I still went to the gym as much as I could when I started working, however, having a career and trying to keep fit takes it’s toll.
Life does seem to get in the way sometimes, and keeping fit was my happy place.
However, since having a baby, all that has seemed to have gone out of the window. I put on weight when pregnant (as you do) and I still have all that baby weight.
In a previous post, I spoke about people comparing babies to other people’s babies. Well, I compare myself to my mum friends. All of them have lost all their baby weight and then some and I just feel like a fat heffer. I am definitely the biggest out of all of them and I feel incredibly sad about it.
Considering I used to be so fit, you would think that getting fit again would be a piece of cake.
Oh no, not this girl. If you read my previous post about my labour experience, you would probably understand my body was completely broken and traumatised.
When pregnant, a ladies centre of gravity changes, which means she can get a bit more of a curve at the bottom of her spine. Well, I now have a massive curve at the bottom of my spine and it just doesn’t want to go away.
Since giving birth, it has been incredibly difficult to move without something hurting, or getting a sharp pain somewhere in my back or groin.
Also, being an emotional eater doesn’t help. So when I get sad, I eat.
Having a baby, means it is very difficult to find the time to do a workout or eat healthy.
I do try and prep as much as I can to ensure I have something healthy to eat, but it does become increasingly difficult.
I guess I should try a bit harder, but looking after a baby is a full time job and the stuff everywhere gets to me, so when he sleeps, I clean and try and put things away as best as I can.
Saying that, I do swim every weekend which makes me feel awesome. I would love to try and get to the gym once or twice a week, but that would mean putting my little man in a creche for an hour while I work out.
I find my food is my frenemy at the moment. If I could sort my diet out and make it better then I think things would change quite significantly.
Over eating is definitely my problem and I am still trying to figure out how I can eat better and keep myself fuller for longer.
I really just need to burn more calories than I eat, which is difficult.
I think I am probably also making excuses and just need to get to it.
Trying to balance everything is exhausting.