Spent much of this week trying to get back on track. Didn’t help that towards the tiger cub and I caught a bit of a bug. Tough part of being a nursing mama and getting sick, is instead of getting the much needed break, you get less sleep and more stress. Everyday I told myself in the morning that I would start fresh today, and every night by dinner I told myself I’d do better tomorrow. Tonight I wanted to give up, until I thought about what that means, and who I’m giving up on. So I renew my commitment to myself and this program, even after the contest is done I still have work to do, I refuse to give up.
So this week a friend came to stay and I all but abandoned the revolution. Not sure if it was just an excuse to indulge, or that I already felt guilty enough with the restrictions a baby puts on our time I didn’t feel comfortable enough to prioritize my health needs on top of that. In my pre-bebe life I was always so accommodating and flexible, now when I try to be that it always results in my needs not getting met. Despite this I still seem to be slimming down, encouraging to watch the baby belly finally begin to melt away.
– Kirsten Sikora
Week five is rolling to an end and I only have three weeks left to obtain my goals and win #MommyFit2011! This is scary considering how unmotivated I have been this week! However, wouldn’t you know that THIS is the week that everyone says how great I look and what a big difference I’ve made?! There really is no time to be unmotivated – I made the “mistake” of telling literally hundreds of people that I was a finalist for Mommy Fit 2011. Therefore, whether I go to work, my son’s school, my son’s daycare, my sister’s house, even online, someone, somewhere is asking me “How is it going?” “It” being the Mommy Fit weight loss challenge. These people are definitely keeping me accountable whether they are in Hawaii (private Facebook messages and encouragements from my bestie), at my sibling’s house (“that shirt looks so much better on you now!) or at their desk (“what plan are you on, I think I need to start it!”).
I ended last week full of intentions, plans and the determination to succeed. I went grocery shopping, prepared my lunch for Monday, kissed my children good night and went down for a full night’s rest before the alarm went off at six for my workout. Then… IT happened. The mother of all de-railers – the FLU.