My fitness challenge, to date, has been a bust; our Paleo eating, equally so. Six straight weeks of family visits and travel can kibosh even the best laid plans.
In the early weeks, I really tried to squeeze my workouts in, but my goals were — as some kind readers pointed out — perhaps a tad unrealistic. Not from a physical standpoint, mind you (I was able to comfortably do everything except running from about two weeks post-partum), but from a scheduling standpoint.
In mid-September, J and I thought we had it all figured out. J would call me about half an hour prior to leaving work. I would feed and change Oliver and have him ready to hand off to J as soon as J walked in the door so that I could go and work out. This was an effective strategy for about a week. Then J got suddenly busier at work and started coming home later, so the addition of a workout to our evening routine meant we didn’t sit down to dinner until 10:00 PM. Then the days became shorter and the weather less pleasant. Then the sheer exhaustion of new parenthood settled in, and after seemingly endless days of feeding, soothing, cleaning and laundry, I simply couldn’t be bothered to expend the physical effort.
Our eating fell off the rails with all of the family visits. Vancouver is a foodie city, and in my opinion, there is no better way to entertain guests than to introduce them to all our favourite restaurants. So we ate out. A lot. And eating out generally means that Paleo goes out the window. No matter how dedicated I want to be, I believe it is unconscionable to spend good money in a fine dining establishment without truly enjoying the chef’s creations :); thus, a meal out at a nice restaurant almost invariably ends up being a cheat meal.
So… moving right along…
We are on our own now. Our visitors are gone and we are not doing any major travelling until mid-December. My days are going more smoothly for the most part, and I’m actually managing to do more than just keep my head above water. Oliver is starting to nap more regularly and for longer stretches, allowing me to clean, do laundry and run errands with little difficulty. It’s time to get serious about my goals.
My weight is back to normal (pre-pregnancy weight) and I can fit into the majority of my regular clothes, but my body is still quite soft, for lack of a better word. We have eight weeks until our Antigua trip. In other words, eight weeks until this body has to be on a beach in a bikini!
We are back on the Paleo bandwagon (Paleo plus some dairy, for me) and cutting back on dining out, which means cheat meals will be few and far between. I am still trying to figure out the best way to incorporate more serious physical training into my schedule. There is a part of me that wants to sign up for a mom and baby bootcamp class just to force me to do something on a regular basis, but the truth is, I miss having an activity where I just focus on me, minus the multitude of distractions that a baby brings. I feel like serious gym time would provide me with a much needed mental break, in addition to filling a physical need. In the meantime, I’ve been going out for long (two to three hour) walks with the stroller almost every day, and while this doesn’t come close to the intensity of CrossFit, it is better than doing nothing and it certainly improves morale.
And on a totally unrelated note, here’s a cute video I made of Oliver laughing. He’s actually quite a smiley little guy… that is, when he’s not eating, sleeping, soiling himself or fussing! 😉