I used to weigh 110 pounds 8 years ago; for my height, 5 feet 4 inches, it's normal. When I got pregnant, on my 3rd trimester, during my last weigh in, I saw a whopping 175 pounds in the weighing scale. I was not even the slightest disappointed 'cause I thought it was due to my pregnancy. I sure did feel disappointed when I knew that my baby only weighed 5.94 pounds when I gave birth to her. Tsk, tsk. The rest of the 175 was all me. Whew, numbers and Math, it make me sweat. Haha! If only losing weight is as easy as calculating basic Math problems, I could have gone back to my pre-pregnancy body in a jiffy. It's just that I feel like I just can't do it yet; especially now that I'm passionately cooking for my husband, kid and blog. Ugh, excuses. I have to have plans for my body. La-dee-da. Oh, I actually have!
Really, I have plans for my body. I have practical and realistic plans for it. I'm not going to lie, I'm still not sure if I can do it but I think, the moment I believe I can't is the moment I quit. So I'd like to believe that I can, even if I know that it's gonna be a tough journey. About my practical and realistic plans, it's just simple: I want to be fit and fab for my hubby and baby. That is to lose my bulging belly that makes me look like I'm wearing a belt bag and to not pant even after doing endless mommy chores. I'm not that ambitious yet to reach 110 pounds again and clad Forever 21 size 1 clothes because 1) I'm not forever 21, I'm turning 30 this year; 2) I find voluptuous women sexier; lastly and honestly, 3) I'm not after the 'freedom' to post a bikini-infested photo on my social media accounts to prove that I'm a hot momma. My husband never told me to exercise or lose weight or be an Ellen Adarna kind of hotness (have you seen her on IG? Bomb dot com). Perhaps because he has a bulging belly, too. Hihi. But yeah, he told me that if I'd lose my extra bilbil, I can be near perfection. OK, he's head over heels in love with me to say that. I'm not going to be near perfection if I'd just lose it since I need to tone my arms first and cut half of my thighs to look like the "usual sexy of the society". Anyhoo... going to my plans, here they are ―
Cook healthier dishes so I'd eat healthier food. I'm a carnivore so this will be a big problem. I guess I need to lessen my sugar and carb intake. Lessen, not ban. And fruits and veggies must always, always be around. I feel bad that Pia broke my blender. We could have been enjoying fresh fruit smoothies, especially it's beginning to look a lot like summer!
Water, water galore. Yummy and oily dishes call for some iced-cold Coca-Cola, yes? But really, water is enough. It could be more than you think it is. I used to do that when I was still working as a Real Estate Sales Trainer. Gabbing for 3 straight hours can dry my throat and cramp my legs. Water was my friend.
Walk as long as I can. With this scorching heat, walking can be infuriating; but a lot of people have attested that 30 minutes of walk per day can help you lose weight and regulate the blood circulation in your body. Actually, it's running that I'm so itching to do. Sadly, I don't have running shoes.
Exercise. *crickets* Must be the second toughest thing to do next to diet. I just can't stick to a routine. I get bored, my body gets bored with that 4-minute workout that I used to do two years ago. It excites me that I'll be going to a Yoga sesh on Saturday with some bloggy belles. I hope I can always remember the routine so I can do a follow-up here at home.
It's not easy as it sounds. It takes discipline and motivation and goals. If my goal is to reach 110 pounds in a month, that will be suicide (I'm 130 now). If my motivation is to hear (read) people say "ang sexy mo na!", then everything is superficial. I'd rather hear (read) stuff like "you look great, you look happy, you're stunning" than "wow, ang hot naman" or "grabe, ang sexy". I'm not that type of woman anymore that get pathetically jealous with FHM models. I envy Nigella Lawson, who at age 54, had still managed to look regally royal and be a Vogue cover girl. If my discipline goes like: exercise and diet for a week and eat like a caveman for two weeks then sorry, I'm stuck in a pigsty. So what am I trying to say here? I just want to tell myself (and maybe the rest of the mommalandia) that it's really OK not to be skinny (like our favorite celebrities). What we should aim is to be physically, cognitively, emotionally and spiritually healthy. But in case there will be judgmental people who'd bully you for being 'too healthy', take what my kumareng Jennifer Lawrence had said here ―
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