I lost 30 pounds, then I got pregnant; this is the irony that is my life. Since I was excruciatingly sick the first few months of my pregnancy, I didn't move around much. Once I felt better, though, I started reformer Pilates. I adjusted my workouts to my comfort level and exercised for much of the remainder of my pregnancy. Still, after the baby came I was floored at how weak my body felt. So when I went back to the gym postpartum, I concentrated on other things besides losing weight.
Obviously I had no clue about the toll pregnancy takes on one's body. I, like I'm sure every other new mom, was in total shock over the entire experience. From the morning sickness to the grueling labor and delivery to the emotionally unstable postpartum period, I was blindsided. In addition to all of these "wonderful" happenings, I gained a significant amount of weight. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was not happy, not only because of the aesthetics of it all, but with the fact that I no longer left like myself. As much as I wasn't thrilled with how I looked, I was more devastated over how I felt.
Going back to the gym was a real struggle. First, I had to heal, which wasn't easy with certain postpartum complications. Second, I had to mentally prepare myself for that journey. Finally, I had to find the time. Who has the time? Once I figured it all out, though, I went back and it felt fabulous. My first workout was the equivalent of the first postpartum shower: it was cathartic.
Don't get me wrong, I really wanted to lose the weight I gained. I felt awful physically and knew the added weight posed many other health risks. Additionally, I herniated my disc during pregnancy and the extra weight wasn't helping my back pain. However, losing weight became secondary to everything else I knew I had to focus on, including the following: