7QT: training, nursing babies, and my new momiform
August 29, 2014
1. The momiform. Here ’tis, folks. At the tender age of 31, I think I’ve finally settled on a daily uniform that doesn’t involve obvious amounts of spandex and/or sweat-wicking performance fabrics.
Flats, studs, skinnies, flowy top, repeat.
Optional seasonal mix ins to include scarves, riding boots and flip flops.
There. Done. Do I look like a grown up? I feel 100% better when I leave the house like this, and shockingly, I still manage to make it to the gym around 4 pm even when I don’t strap on my workout gear first thing in the morning. Don’t believe the lie, ladies, don’t believe the lie…
2. I’m starting work with a personal trainer at said gym next week, 2x’s weekly for one month. Inspired by Heather’s fearsome results and hoping to do more to combat the chronic back pain that child bearing and child hauling seem to have sentenced me to, I’ve been promised big results. I tend to believe the spritely, 114 lb girl who will be training me, because she’s really nice and has a blinged out miraculous medal ring on her finger, and because I fell down the stairs the day after our first 30 minute session because my thighs gave out. If you can make me fall down the stairs in muscle spasms, you have my business. I’ll let you know how it goes.
3. Breastfeeding: the saga continues. Seriously, I had all but thrown in the burp cloth and had even sent a few SOS texts to Grace and to my bff Eliz (no blog, sadly) fabulous formula feeders both with big, healthy babes, and then I decided to try one last resort and scheduled a session with my friendly neighborhood lactation consultant Mariann (literally she’s in my address book. Such dairy. So milk.) and what do you know, she told me that Evie might just be teething, that she’s 8 months old and eating 3 squares of solids a day, and that if I wanted to keep nursing her I should go ahead and nurse her when I felt like it, as long as it was comfortable, and with the expectation that babies her age can take a full feeding in under 10 minutes. Also she told me to go ahead and use formula too, if it helped me.
What the what? I think the takeaway was that I’m the mom and can decide what’s best for baby and me, both. Earth shattering.
Seriously though she’s the most amazing woman, and she helped save breastfeeding for me not once but three times. So now Evie is happily snacking in limited amounts of time as long as she promises not to nibble or pull, and as soon as she starts misbehaving, pop goes the bottle in her mouth. Win/win. Oh, and a nightly Guiness is helping my supply recover from our hell week.
4. Which is not strictly Paleo, mind you. Okay it’s not even loosely paleo, but my sister in law brought some for Dave’s birthday last weekend and it’s just taunting me from the fridge. Just like the Chicfila I served to “the kids” for lunch somehow ended up in my mouth, too. Oops.
5. On that note…starting a brand spanking new Whole 30 tomorrow. Why tomorrow? Why, because it’s the beginning of Labor Day weekend! And won’t it be fun to not eat any chips or buns or beer or cookies at any of the parties we’ll be attending?
I figured it would be a good exercise in mental and physical discipline, you know? Because there’s always a reason to cheat. Plus, I’m tired as hell every single day even though I’m not pregnant and I’m sleeping 8+ hours a night. Seriously I feel like death by 4 pm every day. I even tried a month of super expensive vitamins and supplements, to no avail. It’s got to be the naughty nighties that have crept into my routine (ahem, Guiness. Chocolate that my boss left for the boys after a dinner party the other night (hi Uncle Ollie!) The insanely aromatic banana bread that our wonderful nanny baked with the kids yesterday afternoon.
But no more. I’m putting my foot down for a solid month. I figured that by synching up with my 4 weeks of training at the gym, I’ll be giving my postpartum body the biggest push I can muster. Plus, once Fall begins in earnest, I tend to lose major health motivation in the face of an endless stream of holidays and birthdays. So it’s now or never!
6. Haley’s running a Whole 30 on the Carrot’s Facebook page, but I don’t know if I can access the closed group without a personal FB account, so I think I’ll just troll along on my own. Anyone in? Solidarity?
7. I got nothing, 2/3rds of the household is now awake because their wildly optimistic mother put Evie down for her “morning” nap at 11 am and oops, there goes the afternoon edition. Oh, wait, there is this:
We met Matt Maher this week at a conference and he was gracious enough to take this very awkward photo with a very excited fan. (I am so stupid when I meet famous people. So stupid.) Anyway, I have loved his music for forever. Seriously he’s one of the only Christian artists I like, and not just like, but absolutely adore. Speaking of that, he led worship for Adoration and it was beautiful. Real. Brought me back to Steubenville in a good way, in an honest and refreshing and unpretentious way.