I used to work with someone who’s personal mantra was “Goals are dreams with deadlines,” and in that spirit I’m giving myself a deadline to get my present whale-rific body back to more healthful, desirable proportions.
I’ve never dieted in my life, and don’t really plan to start now. However, I have been much more active and much more responsible in my eating habits in the past, and my body settled into a weight of 140-145 lbs. For me, that’s a good healthy weight as long as some of that weight is toned muscle. Just prior to pregnancy (late April 2006), I weighed 156 lbs. and was already feeling slower, less healthful and less fit. At the height of pregnancy, I hit 181 lbs. Right after Sara was born, I dropped to 165 lbs. briefly and stupidly thought, “Hey, this breastfeeding weight loss thing is cool! I can splurge on Dr. Pepper, chocolate, ice cream, etc. to my heart’s delight!” Uh, not without consequences… so I’ve crept over three months’ time up to 175 abhorrent pounds on this 5-foot-6-inch frame.
So, obviously it’s goal-setting/dream-setting time. This is totally doable because I’m giving myself at least 9 months to accomplish this (“9 months on, 9 months off” is the phrase regarding getting rid of all the baby weight… it isn’t insane for it to take at least that long!)
My Weight-Loss Goal
145 lb. by Sara’s first birthday (March 15, 2008)
Yeah, it’s a long leash I’m giving myself, but considering I’m only starting this at her 3.75 month mark (eg. I’ve been doing everything wrong up ’til this point), I think it’s the most reasonable, achievable and sustainable goal.
In that spirit, Justin had baby duty for 25 minutes this evening as I churned away on our Concept II indoor rowing machine and burned roughly 207 calories (that’s more than 1 Dr. Pepper can). If I can wean myself back down to 1 Dr. Pepper a day or less and exercise at least five days a week for at least 30 minutes (cycling, hiking, indoor rowing, walking, etc.), I’ll be golden. My food intake is really not that crazy, but when combined with sitting my butt on a sofa/chair all day nursing or recovering from frenzied 10-minute-bursts of house cleaning and incessant Dr. Pepper consumption (major calories and sugar), well… hello whale!
Here’s what I looked like at 141 lbs. (I had toned abs!) This was during 3 months of physical therapy after my ACL reconstruction (knee surgery) in February of 2005, and it’s totally doable again. Yeah, they worked my butt off in PT, but I wasn’t even cycling or mountain biking yet!

So, there we go, no more excuses…. a line in the sand, as it were.