Let me start off today’s post by saying that I’m not a scale person. I don’t pay much attention to scales. I don’t let them dictate how good or pretty I feel. I do own one, but I keep it shoved under that blue dresser in my bedroom and only pull it out every now again to keep myself in check just a little bit. When during my pregnancy I saw the numbers on the scale start with a number ‘2’ instead of a number ‘1’ I felt like “yikes” — but I was pregnant and I gave myself a pass. Then during my pregnancy my doctor put me on mild bed-rest due to my placenta previa, and then it felt like I had just got a license to chill (doctors orders!), and what little exercise I had been doing flew out the window. And up until two weeks ago, it hadn’t come back.
Sure I’d go on walks and even accelerate up to a gentle gallop in rare bursts of motivation. But, as a breast feeding mama whose job kept me in front of the computer all day most days, not only was I not shedding that baby-weight– I was not moving, sweating, watching what I ate or stepping on that scale because I new what numbers I’d have to face while looking down. And even worse than those shitty scale numbers, I could feel in my back every time I carried Ida for more than about five minutes. Every time I got up from playing with Ida on the floor I felt about forty years older than I actually am.
This was not the kind of mama that I wanted to be. I wanted to be the kind of mama that could bounce around and play with my baby on the floor effortlessly, the kind of mama that set a good, healthy, active example for my little-one. Lead by example, right?
Knowing myself and my already crazy schedule, I knew that if I tried to include exercise and a healthier lifestyle into my life on my own that I would have a hard time with the follow through. I’d tried using apps in the past, but always kind of forgot about it and ultimately did not stick to any kind of regimen. I needed to be held accountable, but I couldn’t afford a personal trainer. So a few weeks ago, while in a bold mood to make some #boldmoves I very randomly commented on the instagram of a local personal trainer to see if she would be open to a trade. I was lucky enough to have commented on Amanda’s IG from Raw Fitness LA who, as it happens, needs a decorator about as badly as I need a trainer. Her home is very neat and orderly, but, because home decor hasn’t been a priority for her, there is not an ounce of personality in the space.
And I can help with that. :)
Today marks week number three of my training with Amanda. She kicks my ass in the best way possible. She has this way of encouraging me with this really sweet smile on her face and pushes me to complete each exercise even though, seriously, I don’t think I’m gonna make it sometimes. It’s crazy embarrassing how heavy even 5 lb weights feel when I lift them up over and over again, and don’t get me started on the lunges. Oy those lunges. But somehow she gets me through each hour–and at the end I’m like “oh–I did it!” Amanda is also helping me be more conscious of my diet and I love her matter-of-fact way of saying things like “no sugar, no fat, no gluten” like it’s super easy. I hear her voice in my head now as I’m ordering at restaurants and putting almond milk in my coffee. It’s good. It’ about self control and it’s SO necessary for me.
Regardless of those scale numbers, It just feels so damn good to be moving again!! It’s so easy to forget when you’re really busy that exercise actually gives you MORE energy–and eating a little lighter (loosing the dairy is the hardest for me) helps too. I’m so grateful to Amanda for leading me onto a healthier path–both for me, and for Ida.
As for Amanda’s apartment…her spot is about to go from bland to boho. Above is the mood board from her bedroom. Every now and again I will update you here on our progress, both with her temple, and with mine. I’m hoping that blogging about this will also help to keep me accountable.
And as usual, any words of wisdom and motivation are totally appreciated encouraged.
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