What Goes Up, Must Come Down…by Liimu
Nine months up, nine months down…that’s what they say. So, when I was coming up on Max’s six month birthday (it was yesterday), I decided it was time to get serious about losing this baby weight. I asked Robin Gorman-Newman if it would be okay for me to chronicle my weight loss journey for all of you. I mean hey, I shared with you guys all the ups, downs, ins and outs of the pregnancy. Why not share with you all the sweat, blood and tears of becoming my best self after the fact? I promised Robin I would also share all the idiosyncrasies of raising four kids and feeding them and a 6’2, 230 pound husband while trying to eat clean and workout like a maniac.
So, here we go…WEEK ONE
The day before my journey began a friend asked me if I was on a diet, almost as if she expected me to say yes (maybe because I’ve spent most of my life either on a diet or cheating on one). This time, my answer was a solid and resounding “NO.” Now, it just so happened that I hadn’t actually started my Dreambodies journey – yesterday was Day 1, as you know. But to be honest, even if I had been asked the question after I started, my answer would have been the same.
I don’t believe in dieting anymore. We’ve all read the magazine articles that talk about the fact that diets don’t work, and I believe that to be true. It doesn’t work to go “on” a diet, because that presupposes that eventually you will go “off” the diet. In my case, my period of being “off” a diet more than counterbalance any of my good dieting efforts.
All that being said, though, my reason for being so convicted about not being on a diet when my friend asked me had less to do with the efficacy of diets and everything to do with the Law of Attraction. The fact is, I am done with perceiving myself (and being perceived) as someone who has to diet in order to have a great body, beautiful skin, and tons of energy.
So, I am not on a diet. I am on…
I am stoked to be on Dreambodies, because I basically get my marching orders – daily meal plan, workout, etc – and then I don’t think about it anymore. If I feel myself weakening, I send an e-mail to my trainer and he e-mails me right back with an answer to my question, words of encouragement or a virtual kick in the pants.
I am on a mission to become a leaner, stronger version of myself, better even than before I got pregnant.
I am on a mission to show my daughters that motherhood, aging, and fierce beauty don’t have to be mutually exclusive.
I am on a mission to reclaim the inner vixen, inner goddess, inner Betty Boop that I have carried with me all these years but only in small spurts have been released to the outside world.
I am on a mission to follow through on my commitment to myself, my health and my children’s desire to have me around for a long time.
I am on a mission. Feel free to come along for the ride. :)