If you’re a mom … whether your baby is 5 months or 25 years old, you’ve likely heard the gentle reassurance … “it took you nine months to put all that weight on. You can’t expect it to just drop off when the baby is born.” I typically need this pep talk around week 3 or 4 … when I’ve started to feel like a normal human again but my little ones keep asking me if there’s another baby “in there.” Ah, kids, so wonderfully honest 😦
And you know what, that’s completely true. It takes time to nurture and grow a baby and to put on 20, 40 or 80 pounds of “baby weight.” And rightly so, it takes months, and some times years, to return to “normal.” And by “normal,” I mean your new post-baby normal which may be bigger or smaller than you were before that bundle of joy entered the picture.
Now, if the pregnancy weight gain standard is true (which we’ve agreed is the case), that the inverse situation is entirely different … How is it that you can take months and months to build up your training and exercise, adding a mile a week to your walk/run schedule, adding cross-training and recovery, until you get up to a place where you feel pretty good, can run (walk or bike) the distance and/or time you’re shooting for. It’s all falling into place. You’re more than cautiously optimistic that the race you’d planned on tackling will not be the worst experience since … well … the last time you raced and weren’t at all prepared.
Then, out of nowhere, insert a couple weeks of craziness … maybe work is ridiculous, your little one comes down with a cold and doesn’t sleep a few nights in a row, maybe you catch the cold (naturally it’s worse for you!) next and literally can’t function without a tissue in your hand. Your workouts drop off considerably (but only for maybe 2 weeks … no biggie, right?!?)
Nope … BAM! Just like that, you’re back to square one. Ugh, a double standard I say. The days of having all of these “base miles” stored up in your body are gone, friend (which used to be the only thing that would convince we to take a rest week when I was a spritely athlete of 18 years of age).
I spend my work-life managing things, planning ahead, preparing so that we can be efficient and hit our deadlines … whatever they are. But in the “real world” of life, it seems that the best laid plans are usually blown up one or two times before things actually happen … or likewise, don’t happen. And that almost always … ALWAYS … applies to exercise-related plans. Naturally, working out often takes a back seat to a whole lot of other, more important things. But that doesn’t make it any less annoying and frustrating.
On a brighter note, SuperDad pulled out the bow and arrows today and managed to make an impossible shot within the first five minutes, despite upwards of 7 years without shooting it once. The picture doesn’t do it justice, but he basically pulled a “Robinhood” and shot an arrow perfectly into another arrow. Whaat?!?!
He could literally lie down for three years, eat three donuts and a half pound of bacon and still destroy me in any athletic endeavor and then take me down in a game of chess. The Bugger!