The War On My Muffin Top
I'm am a mother of one and my daughter is almost four years old. I STILL have a muffin top and no more excuses... LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!
Now, I don't want you to think I'm irrationally obsessed with my body image and that I'm going to turn my daughter into an insecure mess with an eating disorder. I'll leave that to her father. I'm actually quite happy with my physical self except for one part - my mommy pooch!
After my daughter was born, I lost the baby weight at a healthy, gradual rate and after a slow and painful recovery process, I finally got back to a basic regimen of exercise. But here's the thing - a couple years before I got pregnant, I decided to get into great shape. I've never been an athlete and I was a couch potato as a kid. I guess due to healthy genes (I'll never know as I'm adopted) I've always managed to be a healthy weight, but I never lived a very healthy lifestyle. I grew up with a mom who was and is morbidly obese and when I became a mom, I knew being healthy and active was something I wanted to my family.
In 2004 I went hardcore and got super healthy. I did a moderate to heavy workout six days a week and kept a low fat, low sugar, low chemical/preservative diet with one cheat day on the weekends. I was ripped! Super strong, toned and thin. It was a lot of work and I was proud of my accomplishment but the most important thing was I felt great.
Then I had a baby in my mid-30s and everything changed. I don't know how much is the post-baby body or how much is the slowing metabolism of my 30s, but I've never quite been able to shed the last pounds, or get back to even close to where I was before.
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