I started with PB just about 3 weeks ago and am loving it! I think it will be helpful and motivating for me to track my journey as I’ve seen others doing.
I’ve always struggled with my weight – I have a family history of type II diabetes and overweight, as well as a personal tendency to “live in my head,” reading, dreaming and writing rather than MOVING. But during college I hit a great point - unusual, I know! – because I started walking everywhere, just for relaxation and time to think (this included walking to and from a job about 2 miles away), and because I took an intro to weightlifting class and LOVED it. No light weights and infinite sets for me – I was way too impatient, I lifted as heavy as I could! After college, with more car travel and less gym access, things were more up and down again, but I at least had a firmer commitment to fitness.
Getting pregnant reaffirmed that commitment for me – I wanted to be healthy for my baby and for myself – I didn’t want to become “middle-aged” as soon as I became a mom. Though I realize lots of luck was involved, I credit my fitness at least in part for the amazing and short natural birth I enjoyed. I kept it up after the birth even though I couldn’t get to the gym – I was nursing, had a growing baby to lift all day, and just for sanity’s sake I usually walked 3-4 miles/day with her in a sling. My body fat percentage had never been better!
The downside to the story, though, was that my eating was terrible, full of processed foods and sugar that I normally would have avoided. I didn’t realize it at the time, but a powerful herb I was taking all that first year for nursing (goat’s rue, related to the drug Metformin) was probably helping quite a bit to keep my blood sugar stable despite the junk I was consuming. So two horrible things happened around my daughter’s 1st birthday. (1) She was getting too big to carry on my walks, and she hated the stroller – so I lost my primary source of exercise. And (2) as I weaned off the goat’s rue, I started having hypoglycemic reactions really frequently. When I went to the doctor to talk about how horrible I was feeling, she suggested that I needed to eat more. So I did eat more, but not better… A wonderful formula for weight gain, yes?
Fast-forward to recently – DD is almost 2.5yo now. I’ve struggled with motivation to really deal with my weight gain, telling myself it’s really not that bad… But I have made some efforts to eat a better diet. DD and a niece have both struggled with food intolerances (esp. dairy and gluten) as little ones, and researching that led me to Weston, A. Price and Nourishing Traditions. So I’ve made some great changes, but still no weight loss. I’d started to hate seeing pictures of myself – so frustrated with myself for letting myself go, yet not stepping up to make a change. What’s finally gotten me moving is the realization that although my BMI is in the healthy range, my body fat is NOT – 3 weeks ago, it was 37%! This was right around the time a post on mothering.com led me to MDA – I went for it immediately.
So the first week, I lost 5 pounds, probably mainly bloat around my middle – the jeans I was just barely squeezing into (total muffin-top chic) were comfortable, even loose again! Week two, the pounds didn’t budge, but I moved down to 36% body fat. Now during week three, I’ve lost another half-pound or so. I’ve struggled with some low energy, but I’ve loved the food overall. I don’t have gym access, to 2-3x/week I’m doing some basic bodyweight exercises (squats, lunges, push-ups, planks, some jumping – at the playground, I hang on bars or on lower bars I try to do pull-ups with my legs stretched out in front of me).
To close out this novel of an intro… Rather than pounds, I’m shooting for 25% body fat – who knows if I’ll get there before I get pregnant again – another of my current goals ? And my log-in name is from a book by philosopher-ethicist Alasdair MacIntyre, “Dependent Rational Animals.”