You’ll recall my post about how I refuse to “just accept” my mom body exactly as-is. And listen, I’m not trying to say everyone out there needs to be spending hours in the gym or the plastic surgeon’s office, trying to mold and sculpt her body into perfection. My refusal to “just accept” my saggy, fat belly, deflated butt, and extra pounds is because I refuse to let slide what is in my power to improve, especially when not doing so is destroying my life.
Wait, what? Being overweight was destroying my life?
Yes, yes it was. Was. Yes, I’m still overweight (more on that in a minute), but it’s no longer destroying my life. Because I’m doing something about it! The reasons being overweight were destroying me were within my power to change, so I could sit back and do nothing.
Shortly after I posted last, I started a new diet. Okay, I say diet, but others say “way of eating.” Call it whatever you want, it’s not some quick fix, but my new way of life. But what you eat is your diet, so . . . Anyway, having had some success in the past with the Atkins diet, and knowing sugar was a big reason I was fat to begin with and why I had trouble losing weight, I decided to try a ketogenic diet, or keto. Keto is a very low-carb, higher fat, moderate-to-high protein way of eating, along the lines of the Induction phase of Atkins.
I’ve been on keto for about 2 months now, and let me tell you, IT WORKS! So far I’ve lost 15 of the 65 lbs I aim to lose (to put that in perspective, that’s like carrying both my kids around all day long – a lot of stress on my body!). I have kicked my sugar habit – almost, I still occasionally crave sweets and eat sugar substitutes – I am no longer so exhausted that I “need” a nap by 10 am, and my brain fog is gone. The best part (other than finally seeing the number scale drop below the weight I was when my youngest was conceived, my lowest weight in 5 years!) is that I’m no longer hungry all the time. All this means that my goals of getting up to do my Miracle Morning, work my business during nap time, keep the house clean, and actually enjoy having a couple evening hours to hang out with my husband are doable, because I’m not falling asleep on the couch as soon as I sit down.
Of course, this has been an adjustment. I’ve dropped a few extra bucks on a blender, a handheld veggie spiralizer, and a very expensive bag of almond flour (really, it’s just that almonds and anything made from them are pricey in comparison to wheat). The first few days of eating low-carb after being fueled by sugar are hard, and you might get hit by what is affectionately known as “keto flu.” Fixing carby sides for my family to eat along with my low-carb entrees presents an extra temptation for me, and grocery shopping takes longer because I’m reading every label (wait – this sausage has 4g of added sugar it? Nope!). But my kids like most of my low-carb snacks, and I still buy some kid-friendly food for them. My husband eats whatever I fix, including sir sugar-free desserts, as long as I respect his right as an adult to eat junk food on his own time (or to eat healthy, it’s his choice, I just won’t cook 2 or 3 separate meals for dinner!). And we’re still figuring out where in my busy schedule getting to the gym best fits (early morning? Late evening?).
So while I’m still overweight, with about 45-50 lbs to go till I reach my goal weight, being fat is no longer destroying my life. Instead, taking care of my body has become a top priority. Maybe it’s my energy level, maybe it’s the self-esteem boost that comes with losing even a small amount of weight and having people notice, maybe it’s just because I’m taking care of me, but I feel 100% better. And my clothes fit better (because, honestly, they didn’t quite fit before).
But the best part – I’m actually seeing a goal come to fruition.
As part of my new healthy lifestyle/weight loss journey, I joined a gym (again). And I took advantage of the free fitness evaluation that comes with signing up. The trainer actually confirmed that if I keep doing what I’ve been doing – eating right, lifting weights, some cardio, I’ll reach my goal weight by January (which happened to be my goal). Oh, and my goal weight is exactly what they recommended for me. I’ve gotta admit it felt pretty good to be told I’m already on the right track.
So you recall how I said one reason I could “just accept” my out of shape, overweight mom body because I knew I could do something about it? I’m doing something. And it’s working. And I can’t “just accept” mediocrity, so instead I’m transforming my mom body. I mean, hello, this body grew two beautiful tiny humans. I think it can handle lifting a few heavy weights and logging some miles, don’t you?