Since about midway through my pregnancy, I started planning on how I would go about losing the baby weight. I decided that I was going to do Weight Watchers and do the Couch to 5k program to work out. I also knew that I would wait til about 5 or 6 weeks postpartum to start doing either one. I wanted to give my body time to heal and I also didn't want to make any changes to my eating habits until I was certain that my milk supply was strong enough to feed my baby and help him grow.
As of Monday, my baby will be five weeks old and I am going to sign up for Weight Watchers. My husband and I bought a treadmill for $140 off of Craigslist and I am going to order some decent running shoes so that I can start running. I have this whole plan in place and I know exactly what my goals are. I even know which milestones I am going to look for so that I can give myself small rewards. My goal is to lose sixty pounds total and I would really like to lose about twenty by the time summer rolls around.
It's going to be really hard for me to achieve my goals. I am not a good dieter, I love food and I have an insatiable sweet tooth as well as being a carbaholic. I love carbs. Bread, pasta, donuts...Yum! I could eat pasta with a side of bread for every meal. I'm also lazy and addicted to the internet. I'm also busy. I have homework (I'm a college senior), a family, and a house to look after. Making time to do my daily runs is going to test my commitment.
I'm not worried though, because I am committed. I am not necessarily concerned with being skinny. I just want to feel good and I want to feel comfortable. Diet and exercise are also very good for my depression and I am determined not to sink into a black hole when my magical placenta pills run out. I think that making dietary changes and exercising regularly will help with that, so that gives me motivation aside from weight loss. I'm in it to win it.
I can already see myself running some sort of 5k and crossing the finish line. I'll have a triumphant grin on my face, raise my arms for victory, and then I'll probably pass out and have to be revived by my husband. The passing out doesn't matter though, as long as I finish the race. I'm really excited about possibly being able to run a 5k and I am going to get there, I just know it.
However, my commitment to my upcoming diet and exercise frenzy hasn't stopped me from thinking longingly and lovingly about the things I am going to have to sacrifice to achieve my goals. Over the summer, Dave and I discovered a place of wonderment located in a neighboring town. It's called The Donut House and it's amazing. They have donuts I had never imagined could exist. Chocolate covered, mocha cream filled donuts, raspberry filled donuts, raspberry cream cheese twists, coffee cake crumble covered donuts, and a whole plethora of donuts that were created to satisfy my wildest, donut related dreams. It's basically heaven for a sweet-toothed, carbohydrate maniac.
It dawned on me yesterday on our way home from a family outing that after Monday, when I start my life changing diet, I won't be able to visit The Donut House. I'll have to pass by it on the way to and from the pediatrician, I'll probably still think about the magical creations within, and I won't be able to stop. Maybe somewhere down the road when I've lost some of the weight and I have better self-control, but it's going to be a while. So I did what every girl who's committed to making life changes and committed to impending weight loss would do. I went and bought a dozen assorted donuts. Then I ate two of them (raspberry filled and coffee cake crumble covered). In about half an hour, I plan on eating the mocha cream filled one.
Of course, I am sharing the dozen donuts with my equally donut addicted husband. That means that between late Saturday afternoon and when I wake up on Tuesday morning, I will have consumed six donuts. Maybe that's excessive and maybe you are judging me and my donuts but I really don't care. I wanted to say goodbye to my donut days. I wanted to make sure that I could enter my donut free existence with no regrets. I'm having a last hurrah with donuts. Don't hate. You know you wish you had a Donut House near you so you could do the same.
Bye Bye Donuts, Hello health. It's going to be a wicked ride. Wish me luck.
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