Weightlifting postpartum can be tricky. On the one hand, you’ve just had a baby and are over-the-moon with your new addition. On the other hand, you may be anxious (or at least thinking about) returning to the gym.
There is a lot to consider when returning to lifting. You may be recovering from vaginal tearing or a C-section. If you’re nursing, you may be dealing with larger (and possibly leaking) breasts. Postpartum hormones may be wreaking havoc on your emotional and physical well-being.
Do not be discouraged. You can return to lifting, even if it’s a slow start. Here, you can read articles with tips and advice for returning to the weights.
Postpartum weightlifting can be tricky world. Between lack of sleep, breastfeeding, and hormones the last thing a new mother may want to think about is getting back to the gym.
Add to that, a totally new body — stretched out in some places, engorged in others, and heavier overall — and the postpartum fun of lochia and bladder leakage, it’s a miracle moms return to the gym at all.
As with pregnancy, there’s no one-size-fits-all program or routine that will whip a postpartum mom into shape and let her shred all evidence of baby weight. Every new mom’s return to fitness is unique.
Well, beloved readers, my first Oly competition is officially in the books, and, man, was it a doozy.
Let’s back up before dissecting the events of the day.
I’ve never been a huge fan of competing. In high school, I DQ’ed my entire relay team in my first swim meet by falling off the block before the buzzer sounded. When I switched to diving, I mixed up my reverse and reverse flip dives. When I was into climbing, I actively avoided gym competitions and never really pushed myself beyond 5.10 status (pretty mediocre for how many years I put in), but it was all about the experience, man.
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.
One month. I have one month left to prepare for the Olympic Day weightlifting competition that I signed up for in a desperate attempt to motivate myself to get back into the gym after having my second baby in two years.
So far, it’s going as good as can be expected. I have a lot of technique to work on and each week I make small, but purposeful changes that I hope will get me to the heavier weights. Right now, I’m hoping to nab a 90-pound snatch and a 110-pound clean and jerk. That may be a bit out of my reach right now, but we will see in a month.
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Maybe it’s the postpartum hormones. Maybe it’s the start of a midlife crisis. But for whatever reason, I just signed up for my first USA Weightlifting-sanctioned competition. In June. Where I will have to wear… wait for it… a singlet.