Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Mind Game of Physical Fitness

You set a goal.  Say, X pounds.  You set a plan: Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays are 30 minutes of cardio, Tuesdays and Thursdays are weight lifting days.  It's totally manageable, realistic, healthy!  You're excited to get started.  

The first week goes by and it's really hard to get up in the mornings but at the end of the day you're glad you did it--after all, you're one day closer to X pounds!  You hit week two and three just as strong and you are really proud of yourself for sticking to a plan for once.  But then week four creeps up, and you're looking in the mirror and looking at your clothes and looking at the scale and thinking "why am I doing this? I'm trying SO hard and I have NOTHING to show for it!"  You keep going into weeks 4, 5 and 6, but you're getting continuously more down on yourself.  You start to stress about what you're eating, you start thinking that the goals you've set aren't enough.  Some days it feels like it's actually YOU that's not enough.  And as X pounds seems further and further away, and your stress level rises, suddenly you're feeling overwhelmed at work and there aren't enough hours in the day.  You're tired.  And by week 7 your workouts slip to just cardio days, and somewhere in-between frustrated and 2 months, you revert to where you were before you even started.

Change a number, length of time, or exercise here and there and you basically have the story behind every workout I have ever attempted.  I have always aspired to living a healthy lifestyle, but felt like I failed every time.  And then I had this revelation that changed everything.

I wanted to live a healthy lifestyle but what I realized late this summer is that for years and years and years what I was actually doing was trying to attain some number on a scale or a certain look in the mirror.  The moment I changed my perspective, everything clicked.  One big change for me was realizing that working out 4-5 days a week completely changed my mental health.  I won't go into it now--that's a story for a different time--but I started to truly recognize exercise as a tool for being healthy rather than a tool for being skinny.  Suddenly, every workout was a success. 

I mean, think about it.  If you're working out to "get skinny", when you're done with your workout it's really easy to fall into the mindset of failure and tell yourself (even though it's not true!) "This isn't working because I'm not skinny yet!"  But if you think of working out as a tool for being healthy, then EVERY DAY YOU ARE SUCCEEDING!  When you finish a workout, you can say to yourself "I am healthier today because I got more movement than I would have if I didn't get a workout in."  And you know what the BEST part of this thinking is?  It works for ANY AMOUNT OF MOVEMENT!  

You know those days where you just couldn't pull yourself out of bed and get to the gym?  Or the day when you forgot your gym shoes at home and instead of running in to get them you ended up running in and sitting on the couch?  If you're anything like me, you told yourself "Well, there's no point going now because I won't be able to do my full workout, and my full workout is what's going to get me into shape, so what's the point of doing it halfway?  It's not going to get me looking (insert every critical thing you say to yourself here)".  But when you're working out to be healthy, your inner dialog changes.  And you think "Well, if I don't feel like running today I can walk and that will STILL be healthier than nothing at all."

Maybe all of you have come to this realization much sooner than I did.  But I have to tell you, it is the single best thing that has happened to my exercise routine.  For the first time since I can remember, I have maintained a workout program for more than a few months, I feel SO much better, I am much less critical of myself, and, incidentally, I am also toning up more than I ever have before and am noticing visible results that matter much less now than before.  

It is so sad to me that we can be so down on ourselves about doing what's healthy for our minds, bodies and families.  And I KNOW, I promise you, I KNOW, how that cycle of negative self-talk is so hard to break.  I still have days when I feel negative.  But those days are easier to ignore than they were before, because I feel so much more successful than I ever have--not because my workouts are any different, but because I'm giving myself credit for the benefit they give my life. 

So CHEERS to recognizing the good we do for ourselves, friends.  Have a great week.









Sunday, January 20, 2013

What I Wish I Had Known about Having an Infant

There will be plenty to read without my adding additional commentary to the list below.

1.  I don't know about all new moms, but I felt really strange (emotionally) for the first 6 weeks or so (this sounds like a long time but it FLIES with a newborn).  I reacted to things much differently than I would normally, I felt overwhelmed, I was tired.  I just didn't feel like myself.  I wish I would have mentally prepared for that because then, when it happened, it might not have felt so strange and scary.  If/when you DO overreact, feel overwhelmed, yell at your family or cry for no reason, don't feel guilty about it.  The emotion itself is enough without you putting added stress on yourself feeling like you have to change it.  It is perfectly acceptable to be a bit crazy in the first few weeks after delivery.  BUT, that being said, when you feel crazy, try to do something to make you feel LESS crazy.  Because those feelings build on themselves if you don't address them (see #2).

2.  Things that helped me feel calm when I was feeling anything but: getting out of the house in any way possible.  I found that panicky feelings were tied to how long I stayed in the house without moving very much...maybe like cabin fever.  So for me, getting out included things like: going outside (even just sitting on the deck), going for walks holding the baby in my arms, going for short walks (even just a couple times around the block) while a family member stayed with the baby during a nap) and going to someone's house (I never wanted to do this, it felt really overwhelming...like, "I just had this baby and I don't know how to take care of it and now you want me to do something ELSE new like put the baby in the car seat and drive across town??? What if we get into an accident? What if I forget something? What if the baby needs something?"...but once I was AT the person's house, it felt really good and I started feeling more like myself and much less scared.  I was really fearful of Miles getting sick if I took him to public places when he was only weeks old (I am still unsure of how warranted this fear really was, I don't feel it now) but I think things like going out for coffee or strolling at the mall were really calming too.  It just reminded me that the stress that I felt encompassing all of my life wasn't everywhere in the world...it reminded me how many people have kids and take care of them, and that all I had to do was love Miles and give him the best care I could.  

3.  I think I mentioned before that I stressed a lot about my milk coming in and breast feeding, and in the end I wish I hadn't.  There is so much that I know now that just didn't click before.  First and foremost, stress can dry up your breast milk.  There is no way a new mom doesn't worry, but if you're feeling worried or stressed acknowledge it (say something to yourself like, "of course I'm going to worry, I have a newborn, but it will be okay,") and then go take a walk, or change your scenery, just get out of your head a little.  Secondly, if you can't, or don't want to, breast feed there are SO MANY OPTIONS: you can pump breast milk and give it to your baby with a bottle, you can use formula, you can do a combination of both.  I do believe that breast feeding is best for mom and baby post delivery, but I also believe that the pressure to breast feed if it doesn't work for you (and the resulting stress) can be harmful.  If something about breast feeding isn't working for you, give yourself permission to find another alternative!

4.  If for some reason your milk dries up before you're ready to stop breast feeding, continuing to pump can help it come back in.  But it could take up to a week for your milk supply to return.  Don't think that just because it's not coming in for a couple of days that means that it won't (it might not, but give it at least a week).  And remember that stress (too much of it--and remember, I don't mean that you won't be stressed, that's natural, I mean excessive worry that makes your mind spin and won't let you relax at all, ever) and nutrition (too little of it) are big factors in breast milk production.

5.  And, speaking of breast feeding, there's one last personal anecdote I'll mention here because I felt really embarrassed when this happened to me and didn't know that it's not uncommon.   Every time my milk dropped (you don't have a constant supply of milk all the time.  Your breasts sort of "fill up" with milk every couple of hours once you get in sync with the baby, and "milk dropping" is the feeling you have when that happens.  Forgive me if I'm patronizing you, but I didn't know how it worked or what all the terms meant) I felt this wave of sadness wash over me.  It was really strong, like when you stand up too fast out of bad and feel dizzy and black out for just a second, except replace the dizziness with sadness. There's a hormone that causes your milk to drop, and for some women that hormonal trigger causes the sadness as well as the milk dropping.  If this happens to you, talk to your doctor (or someone)!  There's not a lot you can do for it but just knowing that I wasn't alone helped me a lot and empowered me to make some choices about what I wanted to do to address it.

6. The weight will come off.  It will.  Be as healthy as you can be: eat when you're hungry but make healthy choices, get in as much movement as you can, and gradually increase your activity as you're able (physically and mentally).  I think I asked my doctors 3 or 4 times about how soon I would be able to work out after delivery.  They kept telling me 8 weeks AT LEAST (I had a C-Section), and this really stressed me out.  I thought, "8 weeks? I need to start getting this weight off before that!!"  The truth is that I didn't even THINK about working out for at least 8 weeks because it's true that my body was weak and recovering from such a major event, and the time passed SO quickly with so little sleep and so much adjusting to a new life.  Furthermore, your body will burn a lot of calories in those first weeks as it adjusts to having the baby outside versus inside (including breast feeding).  And I would say that the "9 months on, 9 months off" adage is true, but once I started working out again I felt really good about my body long before I lost all the weight.  So I guess what I'm saying here is worry more about being healthy than losing the pounds.  Because feeling healthy is what's going to make you feel good before, during and after the weight is lost.

7.  The rules are important, but so is your instinct.  Let me be clear that I'm not advocating ignoring a doctor's advice.  But for me, it was important to try to remember that caring for a baby isn't black and white--there aren't any answers that work for EVERY child.  I had to learn to trust my instincts.  For example, my son would not sleep on his back.  After 3 weeks of sleepless nights (him AND us) we finally tried putting him to sleep on his stomach.  And the first night we finally had 3 hours at a time, together, of sleep.   And there were some nights where, for whatever reason, Miles was inconsolable and we put him in bed with us.  And for us, that worked.  Again, there are dangers to sleeping on tummy and co-sleeping, and I'm not disregarding that.  But I'm saying to allow yourself to trust yourself and be flexible.

8.  It is difficult finding your relationship with your significant other again after having a baby.  Not because the love is any less, only because you're so busy and your life is so different!  Don't put too much pressure on yourself, but be sure to continuing expressing as much love and gratitude as you can, especially for the little things.  Just saying thank you, or a hug, or a hand squeeze, can make all the difference.  It will make you and your partner feel better, and it starts a cycle of positivity that can carry you through a lot of sleepless nights!

And a few more brief tidbits...

9.  Don't forget to buy socks!  Miles was mostly in footie pajamas for the first couple of months, but on the rare occasion we dressed him in a little outfit, or when it was too hot for the footie pajamas or so cold we wanted an extra layer underneath, socks were important!

10.  The best footie pajamas had elastic around the ankles so that the baby's feet stay put at the bottom of the pjs and it just makes them fit so much better.

10. And, as long as we're on the topic of elastic, sweatpants with elastic ankles were nice too.

12. If you don't want or don't have the extra space for a high chair, a booster seat works great!  I have one that straps tightly to a table chair and has straps for the baby.  The baby can't use it until he/she sits up independently, but that's mostly true for a high chair too.

13.  Babies love music! And lights and noise.  I was a little hesitant about buying a lot of toys for Miles because our house was so small.  And in general, I didn't buy much because I still don't think you need a lot of stuff.  But do think about and purchase or find a toy or two that will stimulate your baby's senses and help the two of you to engage together.

14.  Whatever you do, the most important thing is the love you have for your baby and the love you demonstrate for those who are close to you that will serve as a role model for him or her.  I try to remind myself of that daily, because there are a lot of times where I simply don't know what to do and the number of questions I have far outweigh any certainty.  But at the end of the day, I love my son more than anything in this world, and I know that has to count for something!

I absolutely welcome any questions and comments.  I think the best thing for any new mom is a community where we can talk about what makes us nervous and what we're learning without fear of judgement.  Just a place to talk, safely.  Cheers!  Happy Sunday and have a great week. 





Saturday, January 5, 2013

Identity Crisis

Happy New Year!

My favorite blessing is one that's found in many cultures in slightly varying form.  I can't really tell you if I'm a religious person or not--it's a constant debate in my mind and a topic for another day.  But this adaptation from Numbers has always touched me, and it's what I hope for each of you in 2013:
May life bless you and keep you, may it shine up on you and be gracious to you, may it lift you up and give you peace.

I haven't written in a few weeks because I've been suffering a blogger-crisis-of-identity.  Getting to spend two weeks of vacation home with Miles over the holidays made me remember so many things I wanted to share about having an infant!  But then I thought about my ratio of posts (mommy posts:general posts) and even in my short history as a blogger the former greatly outweigh the latter.  Does that mean I need to skip "mommy" posts for awhile?  To make sure readers understand that I want to blog about life in general, that this isn't just a "mommy" blog, that I don't want to get pegged in one category?

My mommy side realized that this must be a frustration for all parents everywhere.  We love our children and our lives truly revolve around them.  But I don't want to be just "Miles's mom," (though it's my proudest job).  I want to be ANAH, who is a teacher, who enjoys having a drink with friends, who likes to laugh, who is a little too serious sometimes... And in the few months I've been a parent (even going back to being pregnant) I've found it's harder to have a conversation with someone who's not a parent because all I can think to talk about is how Miles has started pooping every other day instead of every day or the cool new high chair I just saw last weekend at a friend's house.  Really people?  I need some topics of conversation.

My non-mommy side realized that this must be a frustration for EVERYONE.  I remember in one of my first education classes in college studying the formation of identity and how our identities really aren't fully formed until our mid to late 20s.  Even then our quest for "identity achievement" (thanks Erik Erikson--I should be citing this but I'm not a grad student anymore so just take my word for it or Google it, ok?) will likely last most of our adult lives.

As we all--parents or not--explore, try new things and form our identities, none of us want to be pegged according to one thing we've done or haven't done!  And the more I've thought about it, the more I think this frustration actually hinders us in our daily lives.

So moms, dads, non-moms, non-dads, I hope you all take time this year to try something new and enjoy it.  And whether you decide to become a "_____-er" or not, I hope the experience enriches you and makes you smile.

Oh, and the next blog?  All about babies.