I continued my workout variation exercising any where from thirty minutes to sixty minutes a day four to seven days a week. I cut back on my baking and baked goods eating which of course made a huge difference in my body’s fat burning abilities. I increased my protein consumption and never ate past nine in the evening. Somehow I managed to find the motivation to commit to exercising a minimum six days a week again. I forced myself to exercise even if I procrastinated until ten at night. I was going to get those last very stubborn five pounds to come off no matter how many squats, jumping jacks, and butt kicks it took. It was not enough to just cut back on the sweets (I do not think most people can truly understand how hard it is for me to not bake!), I started logging my food intake again to ensure that I was meeting my daily caloric needs and not exceeding them.
By the time I was six months post partum I had managed to get back down to my pre pregnancy weight (pre daughter weight that is). Even though the scale gave me the numbers I wanted and even though my muscles were nicely toned (there is always room for improvement), I still was not completely satisfied with my results. My midsection was still a doughy mess and even though those very annoying love handles had shrunk a little bit, they still made an appearance with poor posture … or if I did not wear a belt. While I understand that my body is never going to be the same as it was before I had children, I feel like I should be able to get rid of the soggy middle (I know I have toned abdominal muscles under that layer of dough)! That is when I decided that I needed to get back down to my pre pre pregnancy weight!
(To be continued …)