Woke up in a funk this morning. The post-partum hair loss is at its peak (seriously have lost at least a pound of hair in the past five days), I’m not at the weight I want to be, I’m not lifting the weight I want to be lifting and just feel all around blah. But our workout of light weight and high reps definitely got me smiling this morning. Sometimes you just need to lift (relatively) heavy things and put them down. Thanks @rhynedance and @fullmetalathlete! #momswholift #womenwholift #womenwhopowerlift #girlswhopowerlift #girlswholift #barbellclub
My first lifting competition is two weeks away and this week has been a roller coaster, but what week with kids isn’t? We had doctors appointments for both girls with shots and fevers resulting; my youngest is consistently slept through the night, but my oldest has started fighting her bedtime; and I realized there are two weeks before I lift in front of a crowd of people all of whom are stronger and have more experience in the world of weightlifting than me. To say I feel a little out of my league is an understatement.
To top all of that off, my post-partum hair loss is in full swing. After I had my first daughter, I lost so much hair I legit looked like Riff-Raff from “Rocky Horror Picture Show.” Fortunately, that all happened right around Halloween so my new look kind of worked. This time, not so much.
I’m also becoming more self-conscious about my weight and how things have redistributed after having two kids in two years. I’m below my pre-pregnancy weight, which I’m psyched about, but I still feel fluffy in places I do not care to be fluffy in. I never considered myself a vain person, and I know I have to accept that age and gravity will take its toll, but this bothers me.
Last week I had a really great conversation with Meghan Leatherman of CrossFit & Pregnant about working out post-partum and the realities a lot of new moms face — breastfeeding and lack of sleep, of course, but the big one for me: hormones. Oh. the hormones…
After my first daughter was born it was weeks before I felt good enough to really go back to the gym and months before I really got back to a good workout regimen; and I think much of that had to do with me pumping milk for her for 10 months. Once I stopped pumping, those hormones finally leveled out and I finally felt like a version of my old self.
For two months. Then I got pregnant again.
This second post-partum experience has been a breeze compared to my first and I really don’t know why. I’m pumping less and supplementing with formula more, so that could be the reason. But I really think it just might be a crap shoot.
I was in worse shape going into my second pregnancy. I ate worse throughout my second pregnancy (not horrible, mind you, but certainly less strict) and I worked out throughout my pregnancy, but not with the intensity that I did with my first. So in some ways I really don’t think I deserved such an easy go of it.
But I am taking advantage of feeling so good and this competition is part of that.
And I’m realizing that just because the majority of my days are spent tempering tantrums, changing diapers, and milking myself, it doesn’t mean I can’t continue to grow. And in order to grow, I have to put myself in those uncomfortable situations.
So here’s to lifting in a singlet in a couple weeks time!