With Baby Comes…

This is one of those things that I know no one reeeeeally cares about reading, but I neeeeeed to talk about it.

Weight.

So I had a baby, in case anyone reading this doesn’t already know that from my bombardment of photos on the interwebs. And with a baby comes extra weight. It’s a fact of life. When you’re pregnant, however, you can be smart about it, or, like me, be stupid about eating and healthy weight gain.

I had packed on a few pounds before I got pregnant, and was in the process of trying to lose it, and failing miserably. I just love food ok? When I saw the double line on the pee stick, I was all “Great! No more having to worry about losing weight!” And I ate…and ate…and ate…and gained a lot more weight.

Y’all.

*Swallows pride.*

I weighed well over 200 pounds at the end of my pregnancy.

It was hard for me to accept. I wanted to badly to be able to control it, but losing weight has always been difficult for me.

Before I move on, I just want to say that I am not at all trying to be one of those people who isn’t that big, but is going to complain about it anyway. If there’s nothing we women get more annoyed with, its skinny girls talking about how fat they are, meanwhile we are sitting here, obviously heavier than them, eating a burger. No, I am not trying to be that woman. Just talking about my personal story, and although I was and still am overweight, I try not to think of myself as “fat.”

Losing weight has NEVER been easy for me. I can exercise, but I am unwilling to change my diet much if at all, so when exercise doesn’t cut it (10% exercise/90% diet right?), I give up and feel even worse about myself. I like carbs, cheese, and sauces. Those are my vices. Plus I love to cook, it’s a creative outlet for me, and cooking some variation of chicken, again, gets old. When given the choice at a restaurant, I will always choose something I want instead of something healthy. Why pay for a salad when I can make that at home, right? It’s a real problem. I use food for comfort too. I have a hard time sitting and watching a tv show or movie without having something to snack on. I tend to break the golden rule of dieting by drinking my calories as well. Coke is like sweet nectar of the gods on my mouth. I could go on and on.

The point is, it has always been a problem, but a bigger problem is feeling down about myself. This is hard crap you guys. I hardly have time to dress myself and keep laundry washed, let alone to spend 2 hours of my day working out. Because let’s be honest, doing  45-minute work out is only a small part of it. For me, It means pumping, because, you know…jumping around and stuff, squeezing into a sports bra and still-too-small work out clothes, making sure the kid is asleep or otherwise occupied, doing the work-out, showering (maybe), and changing again. THAT’S LIKE HALF THE DAY YOU GUYS.

Ugh.

I do love the #MomBod movement over the past few weeks, and I am all over giving grace to moms to get their bodies back, but that doesn’t mean that I should just do nothing. I want to be able to run and play with my kids and get down on the floor and color without it hurting. I want to be able to…gosh just to wear MY OWN CLOTHES again. We like to paint a pretty picture of how beautiful childbirth is, but rarely do we have honest feelings about how hard and sucky it is to accept that our bodies will never be the same. I don’t want to feel like I am body-shaming or mom-shaming by saying that it is sucks to have stretch marks all over my body and to accept that it’s just how my body looks now. Or can we just talk about boobs? Or extra skin? Or just all of it?

I want to feel healthy and good about myself again. I want the fat in my face to go away so I can stop hating every single photo of me. And sure, there’s a part of me that needs to learn to love myself and my body more, but there’s another part that needs to suck it up, get her act together, and eat better.

All of this to say, I am on a diet. *Shudder.* Even I hate those words. I wish I could be one of those women that’s all “HAHA what’s a diet??” but no, I did not win the “Bounce-back-after-childbirth lottery,” and something’s gotta give. I don’t like diets. They rarely work and I never want to have to buy a bunch of shakes, drops, bands, wraps, and whatever other diet fad is going around now. Just no. I am doing the 17-day diet. I like it because it’s structured, but simple. I can have as much as I want of certain things, so I am never hungry, and it’s easy to wrap my mind around. I am down about 6 pounds since starting, and I am 2/3 of the way through cycle 1 (It consists of four 17-day cycles). That puts me at (crap is there still pride I need to swallow??) 174 currently. My goal is 140.

As far as eating out goes, that’s where Bryan comes in. I asked him to be in charge of my diet for the time being. He was all “Nope nope nope nope this is a trap nope.” But I talked him down and explained that I don’t have enough self-control to eat well, so could he please order for me at restaurants and slap chips out of my hand when necessary. He has been great so far! I think showing him that I wouldn’t fight him on it in the moment (bites tongue) really helped him to not feel like this was a lose-lose for him.

I may post updates as I go, but maybe not. I know this stuff isn’t exactly riveting, but it’s a big part of my life right now. Food is so hard for me that when I limit myself, it occupies roughly 97% of my thoughts. So I’m just trying to hang in there…for now.

Love, Alex

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Is This Thing On?

I’m still a little raw about the fact that we just lost to Germany, but in honor of the person from Germany who viewed my blog today, I’ll be nice. Plus we advance anyway. I BELIEVE. OOO ESS AH! OOO ESS AH!

While we’re on th subject of people viewing my blog, to the person who found me via the search “Drank before I knew I was pregnant,” you should know that I had two margaritas the night I found out I was. Pre pee-stick of course.

…Anyways. Just wanted to share a new little adventure of mine.

Let me start by saying that public speaking scares me as much as the next person. We can’t all punch fear in the face as well as Jon Acuff. However, I’ve always been pretty good at it. This is not a self-evaluation. I was told all throughout my schooling journey that I sounded like a news-reporter when I spoke and that it was all so clear and eloquent and stuff. Such a sexy compliment amiright? This provided confidence makes me like it zero percent more, but it has steered me to dream of radio or voiceover work someday. And maybe… when I grow up A LOT… I’ll be cool with doing speaking jobs.

I am happy to say that I’m beginning to make one of those dreams come true!

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Thaaaat’s right. I’m starting to do voiceover work! Like for money and stuff!

After recording the outro for my awesome husband’s podcast: Go Rogue with Bryan and Eric, other people became interested in my voice, which is super cool. Also, if you want to hear my outro, click on that link. Don’t do this, because you should definitely listen to the whole episode. But if you like…Don’t have time or something and just want to hear my part, you can just fast-forward to the end of one of them. Then go back later and listen to every episode ever. Because they’re good, y’all.

You can also soon go to the Sams Club website and hear me on a mattress commercial. I’ll post the link when it’s live. Yay!

I’m pretty excited about this, and if you like what you hear and want to hire me, you totally should. I’m just saying, I’m about to be unemployed. And I do mean unemployed. As in, quitting my job before #LilFitt makes his/her appearance. So I’ll only be “jobless” for a few months and I’m of the stance that once that baby comes, I will no longer be “jobless.” Can I get an AMEN for SAHM/WAHM swag?

Any readers do voiceover work? Tips and Tricks?

Pink Pen Friday

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So as you know, I am very…let’s go with “particular”… about things.

I absolutely under no circumstances can watch a TV show out of serial order.

I have to alphabetize or chronical everything. EVERYTHING.

I have my iCalendar set up in my phone categorized with a corresponding color code.

So yeah, I’m pretty chill and laid back. I mean, whatever.

I now have another thing to add to the list of evidence of my anal-retentive nature. I have a different pen color that I use at work for each day of the week. But this is actually a fun thing because I save the fun colors for the fun days! Did I say “fun” enough? Most notably: PINK PEN FRIDAY!!

I work in an office, so it’s the small victories y’all.

I use purple on Mondays. The logic? That maybe it will cheer me up because Monday.

But for real, I think it’s important to save stuff like this for ourselves to get us through the week. It can be a sweet treat, a tv show, or like me, office supplies.

What are your small victories to celebrate through the week?