May 042016
 

I recently read an article that I wanted to share with you guys. Here is the link: I Stopped Exercising For One Year: Here’s What Happened. I read the article and found myself nodding and saying “yes!” to a lot of stuff in the article. It was well-written and I think a lot of people can relate to it. I know I could.

When I first started losing weight I had to be super diligent–like almost obsessive. I was counting my calories and I had to be strict. I had over 100 pounds to lose and I felt weak–I didn’t think it would work or “stick” and so I was diligent about staying within my calorie range each day. That meant denying myself a lot of stuff.

During my exercise mania days, I ate “clean” most of the time, which means, I stripped every bit of fun out of the experience of eating. Every day I ate grilled whatchamadingle with a side of steamed doojawockey. I removed sugar, alcohol and complex carbs out of my diet, along with the will to live.

Yes yes and yes. I stopped drinking all alcohol for the year and a half it took to lose the weight. I just didn’t need the calories. I stopped drinking all of my calories, which was a smart move on my part. But did that mean I stopped doing fun things like going out with friends to happy hour? Yep, it sure did. I didn’t trust myself in the beginning to make good choices — with food or alcohol. In those early days of trying to lose weight I didn’t think I could have just one drink and I knew I wouldn’t be able to order a salad or something and skip the happy hour treats like deep fried foods and fatty treats. You know how it goes…having fun out with friends, have a cocktail, someone orders some fatty food for the table and you vow to have just one bite but then…things get away from you and suddenly you’ve completely tanked your calories for the day. So I just didn’t go out. It sucked.

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Eventually I felt more confident and trusted myself and I started going out again. I found that I could make better choices and I COULD limit myself to one drink and one happy hour treat instead of completely derailing my weight loss goals.

Once I reached my goal weight I was able to loosen the reigns a little bit. I didn’t stop doing what worked but I did allow myself to have treats here and there. Doing things in MODERATION worked so much better for me. Instead of the early days of weight loss where I was afraid of the slippery slope one treat or one drink could do to my diet, I enjoyed more things and enjoyed life. Instead of feeling restricted, I ate whatever I wanted in moderation and it worked for a really long time–years in fact.

After all, life is supposed to be fun–good food enjoyed with people you love.

Something that disappointed me about the article was that the author quit the gym and then proceeded to just eat junk food. As she said–the dam burst. She gained weight and gave in to all the junk. On some level I can understand that but I was hoping that she’d say she quit the gym and quit being obsessed with food and … somehow found a balance.

The article went on to talk about exercising a lot:

I lifted weights. I trained with kettle bells. I climbed a zillion steps to nowhere on the stairmaster. I yoga’d and spun and kick boxed. I set impractical and ludicrous fitness goals, like being able to do 20 unassisted pull ups.

There were other downsides to being an exercise devotee. Going to the gym was time-consuming. Aside from exercising, there’s also getting changed, traveling to and from the gym, showering afterwards – it took up hours of my day. I put more energy into my relationship with exercise than I did with a living human being.

Again, I could relate 100%. Like with food, I went through phases of being obsessed with it. In the early days I did overexercise. I didn’t take rest days like I should and that lead to burnout, overuse injuries and exhaustion. I learned my lesson and incorporated mandatory 2 rest days a week. I’m glad I learned that lesson early on in my “career” as a gym rat because it’s necessary. Rest days are good. For the mind and the body.

Even with rest days incorporated in my schedule, working out 5 days a week would take it’s toll once in awhile. It made it hard to do fun things after work because I “had to go to the gym.” It really limited my schedule. I wish it didn’t. It was frustrating how much effort it took. Like the author of the article said, it wasn’t just the workout, it was the travel time, changing clothes, showering afterward. For me that was about 90 minutes total of my day and that meant less time for other things.

Things that helped alleviate that in my life? When I used to run during my lunch hour at work. I loved that. It gave me so much freedom. I was able to break up the work day, get out of the office, burn off stress, get my workout done and out of the way and then I had my evenings free! To do STUFF! To have fun! See friends! Go on dates with Michael. The other thing that helped was biking to work. Again, that freed up my evenings immensely.

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Then the author said she woke up from the fog of not working out, eating junk and gaining weight and she DID find a balance that worked. Instead of hardcore everything, she found moderation.

I’ve had to reframe my whole idea of myself. My identity was wrapped around being very skinny, and I’ve had to give that up.

Now that I’m a mom I’m reevaluating my life. I think that’s why this article spoke to me so strongly. Priorities have changed in my life, obviously.

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When I was pregnant, that last month or two I started reducing my workout schedule. Instead of five days a week I went down to four. Then it was three. I was just tired, my body was starting to hurt, and I needed a break. I thought it would be a slippery slope for me–that I’d just stop exercising, that I’d fall off the horse–but I didn’t. I just took a little bit of time for myself. The world DID NOT END. It was ok.

Now that I’m easing back into the fit life postpartum, I’m thinking about the future and what I want it to look like. I know once I go back to work full time and Logan is in daycare, the last thing I’m going to want to do is drop him off at home every night and then go to the gym for an hour. I don’t want to miss these moments with my son. I don’t want to waste what tiny time I have in the evenings with Logan by leaving. I just don’t.

At the same time, I know I want to keep active, stay fit and healthy and have some ME time, too. So it’s about finding balance.

I’m already thinking about what the future might look like.

Biking to work after dropping him off at daycare once or twice a week will be a good option when the weather is nice. It means I can get my workout done and then have the whole evening at home with my family.

Running at lunch is something I’ve missed a lot! I would love to get back to that.

The gym at work is also an option. Is it ideal? No, but it’s something I can do during my lunch hour in a pinch, especially if the weather is crappy.

Working out on the weekends is still ok because Michael can be with Logan and honestly if we can find things to do together as a family that would be even better — like hiking as a family! That’s something I am really looking forward to.

Running with Logan once he’s old enough will be great.

The Warrior Room is another option, too, because they have childcare options if I need it. We also have kettlebells at home, so I can always do that if I can’t make it to the gym (or if there are childcare issues).

And maybe it’s ok to drop my schedule down to 3 or 4 days a week instead of going back to 5.

Basically what I’m saying is that my workout routine/schedule will look different in the future, but I think it is still doable. I don’t think I have to sacrifice me time, fitness and time with family as much as I thought. I just think it will take more planning and will definitely take ME to learn how to be more flexible and let somethings go if necessary. Maybe it’s doing quick sprints in the neighborhood instead of long runs on the weekend, for example.

Finding balance in life is hard, even without kids. You want to be able to enjoy the things you love to do (even if that includes sleeping in on a Saturday morning instead of getting up early for a run!) but still be fit, right? There’s GOT to be a way!

So what about you? Especially if you have small kids/babies, how did you find that balance and what worked for you? What did you think of this article?

 

May 032016
 

The next day of their visit Michael had the day off so we got to spend some time together. First order of business: exploring a beer and wine market I’d been wanting to check out: John’s Marketplace. It’s in Multnomah Village, which is a cute little part of SW Portland. I actually used to live there long, long ago and loved my little apartment not too far from John’s Marketplace.

I knew Andy would love to check it out. He’s kind of a wine and beer expert and their selection was supposed to be the best in Portland–and it was! The place was huge. They had a large wine selection but honestly the beer was the star of the show.

They had the beer organized by regions–Washington, Oregon, Portland specifically, England, Asia, Mexico, etc.

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I saw so many beers that looked intriguing. I got a nice selection of some that I was familiar with and a few that were new to me, too. Our stash:

 

And then I decided to try these two, which sounded interesting to me. Next hot sunny day I’m giving these a try:

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Logan did great (and slept through the whole trip).

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We got our selections and then went back home just in time for my parents to arrive! They had been in Arizona for a few months (my dad became a snow bird in retirement) and were driving home to Seattle so it was the perfect pit stop for them and a nice treat for us. It was the first time we’d all been together at the same time since my wedding. Wish my brother lived closer!

We all went out to lunch at Iron Horse Mexican restaurant in Sellwood and once again Logan did surprisingly well…for most of it. I was able to eat all of my food though before he got fussy. I got the Yucatan taco with rice and beans (it was pork with coleslaw and pineapple salsa). It was delicious and just the right amount of food for lunch.

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Anyways, just as I finished eating Logan got fussy. I got to change his diaper in the ladies room on the changing table for the first time, so there’s that. New experience! And of course just as I took his diaper off and was about to put a new one on Logan peed on everything. And I mean everything. Thankfully I had a change of clothes in his diaper bag (good thinking on my part). So I cleaned all that up and him, changed his clothes and then he puked on his new outfit and my sweater. Ah the experiences you get to have as a new parent. 🙂

But it was all good, just more laundry when we got home. We got to spend some time at home with the family before my parents left for home.

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Logan got these really cute Star Wars toys from his aunt and uncle. 🙂 Even though I’m not a fan I can admit they are cute stuffed animals. And handmade from an etsy store. So cute!

 

And then Andy started cooking us dinner again. We sure got spoiled this trip! This time it was one of Andy’s famous pasta dishes. He made the sauce from scratch–tomatoes, sauteed onions and sausage, garlic and artichoke hearts.

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Dinner was absolutely delicious! It was spicy and tasty and I loved the addition of the artichoke hearts to the sauce. He topped it with fresh parmesan and basil. We drank a bottle of wine with dinner and then splurged for dessert:

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The Bourbon Ball from Papa Haydn’s and a little bit of the dessert wine they brought from home–it was a hazelnut Port. I’m not really a fan of dessert wines, they are way too sweet for me, but I had a taste of this one and it was actually quite good and I liked it a lot. It went nicely with dessert.

The next day we had breakfast together and then dropped them off at the train station for the last leg of their west coast trip–off to Seattle then back home to Philly. It was bittersweet saying goodbye. I hate that they live so far away and we don’t get to see each other very often. I also hate that visits are always so short, but I get it. It’s hard to see everyone on one trip. But it was a nice visit and I’m so happy they were able to spend some time with us and meet Logan. They come back next summer for a wedding and they’ll get to see Logan again and he’ll be a big boy! I’m already looking forward to it.

After we dropped them off it was back home and I went to the gym. It felt good to be back at it after a few days off. And it was a good distraction from feeling a little sad.