So, I turned 40 recently... and although I did not look as fabulous as I would have liked to on the night of my party (excuses, I know, but I'd been in the hospice for 3 weeks, while a dear family member of mine passed away... eating chocolate and crying much)...
At my party a friend of mine had commented to my husband on the slide show he had created of me, for me. She later sent me this email:
I have to say (again) that I am also impressed Bec that you ever went back to your normal size after your pregnancy with Joshua! Holey moley! I was transfixed by that footage!
Got me to thinking what a remarkable thing this female body can (and does) do. This is a little collage of the changes my body has experienced in the past five years. Sadly I have no real photographs of being pregnant with Mikaela, tho I was a skinny thing back in those days, probably had hyperthyrodism .... anyways (warning: lingerie shots included, either click away, or pretend they are swimmers):
Clearly pregnancy alter's our bodies in amazing ways... with Joshua (September 2007) I was already 10kgs overweight when I fell pregnant... I was close to 90kgs at the end of my pregnancy with him... With Ben (June 2009), I'd lost my pregnancy weight from Joshua + the extra 10kgs I had been carrying... guess what? STILL blew out to near 90ks. Ben was a 10.5 pounder, so no feather weight... and I've worked pretty hard to get my body back into shape since he was about a year old (my 12WBT journey began in September of 2010). Pregnancy and a female body are remarkable, miraculous things. For sure.
So then I got to looking at the last two images... 5kg difference, REALLY???
Okay I can see there is some muscle difference there and my hips are a bit larger, but really... 5kgs, you are kidding me right?
Nope.
So I guess I am going to take this that I am in maitenance stage. I am doing this round of Michelle Bridges 12WBT, but I am not willing to give Lean and Strong a go, as I am going to start training for C2S soon, well I'd better, tis only 9 weeks away. I am just not willing to smash myself like I once did, heavy weights... burning more than 1000cals at least 3 times per week.
Don't get me wrong, I am still getting sweaty most days, and my trainer's will attest that I push myself to the brink... but I admit that I have lost my single minded determination for it... I'm just not as passionate about it as I once was.
This is not necessarily a bad thing... I have been doing lots more art, have some pieces in a Gallery in Cairns, been hanging out with my 3 kiddies much more (rather than 4-5 hour bike rides on weekends) and generally just trying to ease up on myself some.
Something very important death teaches us, life is short and obsessing over a number on a scale is NOT how I want to spend my days.
I sent this in an email to a dear {adorable} friend some months ago... and I think it serves as a good reminder to us all at times.
Next on the agenda, it's time to revamp this blog... to fix some real goals and get my super FIT back on. It's just so DAMN cold and unmotivating these days... -6 degrees when I last ventured out at 530am to get my booty to a 6am SPIN/RIDE class, you know... so that is REAL commitment peeps. Winter and training, sucks big time. Simple.
Love out.
Bxo
