Yes, you read that right – 93lbs. Now, let’s put that into perspective for a moment. It’s the equivalent of a whole other human, 5 toddlers, a pitbull, maybe even a small pony? During the 9+ months of my pregnancy I gained a whopping 93lbs! Ouch – it hurts to say out loud. See, I wasn’t kidding in my other post when I said I had gained an “enormous” amount. I’d say “93” deserves a good strong word like “enormous” to describe it! Who could I blame this on? The baby boy who grew inside me, or maybe the entire boston cream cake that forced its way into my belly while pregnant? It is clear that I have no excuses. The “average” woman gains 25-25 lbs during pregnancy. I have seen them, and I dislike them (I had the word hate in there but thought it was too harsh). Ok, that’s not fair to them, I take it back. I am just not one of those women – clearly! I have always put on weight easily, but 93? Unreal and completely embarassing to admit. Why I am admitting it, I am still not sure. Maybe to keep myself accountable in a very public way. Maybe to encourage others facing similar challenges in their life, and show them they aren’t alone. I am not exactly sure of my motivation behind revealing this, but I suppose if I’m going to write about my journey, I might as well be painfully honest about it. And hopefully someday I can proudly say I got back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Today, however, is not that day.
So what are the downfalls of gaining 93lbs? Where do I begin! Of course nothing in my closet fits. I actually doubt at times that the clothes housed in my closet actually belong to me. Seems more likely that a small garden gnome has taken up space in my closet for her wardrobe. There is no way I ever fit into them! Now, besides the hit on my self esteem and obvious superficial issues of this weight gain, let’s think about the big issue here – my health. I remember at the peak of my running in 2010 (wow-where did the time go!?!) I ran from Baden to Kitchener. It was 22km and took me a few hours. Someone asked me, “why do you run, what is the point”? My answer was “Because I can”. My legs work and until they don’t I’m going to keep running. Maybe that sounds a little too Forest Gump-esque, but it is the truth. Finally I had gotten myself into shape after the ups and downs over the years. I felt the best I ever had, and I wasn’t going to take it for granted. So now when I think about getting back out there and running, my answer is the same, with a few added thoughts since my sons birth. Like the fact that I want my son to grow up healthy, and have a healthy, happy mom setting the example for him. I want to live a long time, and do everything in my power to make sure I do. I think about all the people out there facing illness and other serious personal struggles. Those who literally cannot run or even walk for that matter, and would probably do anything to be able to. I’m not talking about those of us who have packed on some pounds and really have no legitimate excuse besides self control issues and laziness (yes, pregnancy is a legitimate reason, but not 93lbs worth!). When I think about that, running seems easy, and almost like something I have to do in honour of those who can’t. Again, I am not breaking any records with my running abilities, and I am not trying to. But my legs work. They move when I tell them to. They ache and burn and I want to stop at least 100 times when I am out there (and sometimes I do!), but I plan to keep pushing forward, and using them until the day comes that I can’t. God willing that is many, many years away. Think Terry Fox, Lance Armstrong…it’s in moments where I think about those facing challenges like they did, that I’m able to put things into perspective. Now please don’t for a second think I’m comparing myself to either of those brave men, or comparing their fight to mine. I’m simply saying that I realize when I think about their stories and similar ones, that in the grand scheme of things, I am lucky to have limbs that work. So shame on me if I don’t appreciate that and use them. Maybe I can find within myself, an ounce of the strength and bravery that those in such situations display, and push forward in the challenges of my life. The challenges that are very real to me, but seem so insignificant in comparison. That is not to minimize the challenges that I face. Being a mom and all that entails, and trying to get fit is not easy. But perspective is a wonderful thing. So I run.
So where do I go from here? Will I ever gain my self-esteem back? Will I ever be able to look in the mirror and be proud of what is staring back at me? Yes, I believe wholeheartedly that I will. In fact, I am going to work my butt off to make sure I do! Over the past 7 weeks since my sons birth I have managed to lose 46lbs. I can’t take all the credit however, since I was only just cleared to workout last week. Trainer Nick suggested I set myself an aggressive, measurable goal in order to get myself motivated. He knows me so well! I signed up for the Waterloo Classic, 10km run on June 17th. I recall from when I did it a few years back that it was one of the hottest days of the year and the course is mainly uphill. Sweat dripped off me, my eyes burned, and I thought I might pass out. So I thought hey, lets do that again! 7 weeks left to train, and 47 lbs to go. Here we go…the countdown is on…