After having an absolutely horrendous week of eating whatever I could think of I decided to give myself a Mother’s Day present: I’m going back to eating a plant-based diet.
The life of a mom with a newborn is taxing and I can feel it wearing on me daily. The nights are a little rough and the days can get long and demanding. With 2 kids and a husband I often feel like I get pulled in three directions constantly. What better gift to give myself than the gift of health?
I had a wonderful talk with my husband about a week ago and it involved excuses. I was going on about how when I get to six weeks postpartum it will get easier because I can exercise. He totally called me out on my crap and said “you always say it will be easier when…” fill in the blank. I know that I have thought about these excuses before and light bulbs constantly go off in my head and I have plenty of AHA moments. The problem is keeping myself motivated.
Do or do not, there is no try.
I thought I would take a little advice from Yoda and not put the word TRY into this post. I almost wrote that I was going to TRY and get back to a plant-based lifestyle, but then I got taken back to my retail management days and I would get so annoyed when people said they would TRY to do the thing I was asking them to do. It basically meant that they had an easy out clause with the word TRY.
This week will be all about getting myself back on track with eating (it is 70% of weight loss). I’ve given myself permission to eat as much as I want to this week, but the only stipulations are that it has to have vitamins and nutrients of some sort, not be to grain heavy, and cannot come from an animal. I’ve meal planned and I told the hub’s I don’t care if it doesn’t sound good the night I’m suppose to make it, that’s what we are eating. He is surprisingly on board (I will mention that after this last pregnancy he is the heaviest he has ever been, and is motivated to lose some pounds).
I’m hoping that I will see great results like the last time I practiced this diet. I lost weight, started sleeping better, was in a better mood, and I just felt great! I’ve already had a great first day (which was Sunday, Mother’s Day mind you) and I am excited to get through this first week.
And because a post is always better with a picture, here are my two girls hanging out in our 80 degree house in their diapers (Air conditioner gets serviced on the 16th and it can’t happen soon enough!):