Copy this post. But add running. And subtract the "But I just had a baby a month ago!" excuse.
I feel like a version of my old, pre-baby, pre-pregnancy self, but the mirror keeps reminding me I'm not. The old "9 month on, 9 months off" thing about baby weight? Well, I was always smug and all "lolz you people don't know how to lose weight if it takes you 9 months." Now? I get it. I get all of it.
The scale is finally moving in the right direction. That doesn't mean I can wear pants. I still cannot. In fact, I wore a pair of stretchy pants today that still somehow cut into my muffin top. What the eff. They were comfy during pregnancy, but now that everything is...mushy... they're not working. This is why I never leave the house.
Rookie mistake- the first few weeks of D's life, I wore my Fitbit when I was bouncing on the exercise ball, soothing the baby to sleep. At the end of the day, I'd have taken like 18,000 steps, even though I hadn't left the house. My sleep-deprived brain said, good job, body! You sure went up and down the stairs an awful lot today! In celebration, I'd eat back all those calories, plus 500 because, you know, breastfeeding (conflicting sources cite the calorie burn as low as 300 and as high as 700, so 500 is a decent guess). Maybe that's why I was gaining weight? Yeah. That'll do it. Now I'm back to my calorie counting ways and losing slowly. I really, really want to keep my milk supply where it needs to be to keep D growing. This is not a problem at all right now. I have milk galore and D is chubby as hell. So to be sure I keep my weight going down but not too quickly, I set MFP to a "maintain" level, and I'll always be sure to meet or exceed it. The LLL website says to eat 1500-1800 calories a day... yeah, right. That is way too low.
You'd assume that running would help with weight loss, but that has never been the case for me. My hunger cues are screwy, and running makes me want to eat everything in sight. One thing running is doing, though, is helping me feel like a real person. It is hard to sit inside all day with a dog and a baby as your entertainment. Getting outside, or even on the treadmill, and moving my body just for me has made me feel so much better these past couple weeks. I am so grateful to my awesome mom and Nick for letting me get away from D for those short periods and get some running in. It helps me be a better mother and a better human.