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I need my old body back...


This picture above? I wouldn’t even post it because I hated they way my body looked. Thick legs, no hips, no waist. I feel like I wear weight weird. I’ve always wanted to be thicker but apparently I don’t gain weight the way I thought I would in my head. I looked curvier smaller!

“What’s your old body?” Harper asked me as a browsed through old pictures. A little bit after having him I went super hard exercising and not just dieting- but completely changing my life. I juiced. I smoothied. I did two a days. My goal was to look like Joie Chavis. Instead I got really skinny. Nevertheless, I didn’t look like I had two kids. And I could wear whatever I wanted. 

This blog isn’t for the people that are going to get mad at a “skinny girl” for complaining. I am well aware that I don’t look as bad as I could. But where I am now is the most difficult place I have ever been. I can’t fit most of my clothes. And I have to worry about my stomach protruding in fitted shirts and dresses. And I know I’m not making it up because Dixon asks me all the time “why does your stomach look like that!” And Harper keeps saying I have a baby in my belly. 

I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’m pushing 30, or that I just had a baby, or that I cook a lot more than I ever did. But I most definitely have to work harder now. Dieting isn’t as rewarding as it once was. It was once easy for me to eat like a rabbit. I obsessed over calorie counting. Now by the time I’m done with these kids I’m trying to eat and eat GOOD! 

I’m not big on junk food but I do cook heavy. So I’ve come to realize that to balance it out- number one I should only eat one heavy meal a day, and exercise. Exercise. How? When I have an almost 1 year old, 3 year old, and 7 year old at home everyday for the summer. I’ve taken them to the track. And they slow me down. I go to take off running and they start crying for me to wait. Which is reallly discouraging. 

So one day I just decided to take my lovely jogging stroller outside in the parking lot of my apartment and just run. I ran and walked laps until Logan fell asleep. Then I parked her stroller to the side and continued alone. When the sun got too hot I ran up and down the stairs inside the building. The kids played tag with each other and didn’t really bother me. Harper, being a boy, gives me a thumbs up and races me. “Run!” He says. “Now walk.” Five seconds later... “RUN!” It keeps me going and definitely gets my energy going. 


Since my goal is a flatter stomach, I go inside and have Harper stand on my feet while I do sit ups. I do 5 sets of 10 right now. I just started so I’ll work my way up. I adopted a larger asset (butt) for once and I don’t want to lose it. So I do squats holding Logan. I started with the 20 lb handweights but Lo will start crying for attention. So I pick her up instead. And anybody who has seen her knows she’s a big enough weight. 


All in all my point is I’m learning that you can make your life what you want... you just have to adjust. You have to find what works for your life style. I’m an entrepreneur and a stay at home Mom. This works for me. In a weird way it makes me feel better through out the day. I feel motivated to get tasks done. I don’t feel as stressed. And I sleep better. When I do sleep. 😂

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