While I never took the whole “eating for two” thing seriously, I got real familiar with the drive thru, if you know whaddImean. Honestly, I was unsure if I’d end up giving birth to a french fry.
I’ll also be the first to tell you that once the baby is born, it’s real hard to kick the junky eating habits to the curb. I still crave salty fries and a Frosty more often than I’d like to admit and I often wonder if my friends at the drive thru windows ever stop and fondly wonder, what ever happened to that hungry hippo?
Now that I’m just about two months postpartum, it’s come time to have an honest conversation with myself: I need to stop eating like a pregnant lady. Let’s be clear: I have no qualms (okay, that’s a boldfaced lie – I have some qualms) about my different body shape, nor the number on the scale, but I’m tired of feeling like crap. I think most everyone has been here at some point or another, right? (Right!?)
So, I’ve made the conscious decision to eat better and exercise. Sounds simple, I know, but I can assure you it’s anything but. To be clear: this is not a “get my pre-baby body back” goal. That’s not even on my radar right now – mainly because it seems impossible – but because my body is still 100% dedicated to growing and feeding Jack.
I’m a milk maid, but not in a sexy Halloween way. I’m literally a servant filled with milk.
I can’t cut calories, nor do I have the time (or, frankly, the interest) to exercise excessively. I’m just a kinda flabby girl trying to make better decisions when it comes to my diet and activity level.
So here’s the plan: I’ve been starting and finishing each day with a 30 – 45 minute walk with Jack (Cory and Penny join me for the second walk of the day!) It’s nothing wild or crazy, but it makes a difference in how I feel.
I’m also not eating dessert every night. Some nights, I don’t even really enjoy the dessert; I’m simply eating out of habit. Like Louis C.K. says, “The meal is not over when I’m full. The meal is over when I hate myself.” Yep.
I also don’t yet have the time to dedicate to making healthy, elaborate meals. There have been many a night since Jack was born when Cory gets home from work and we decide the drive thru is just the easiest option, and then we hate ourselves afterwards because generally, drive thru = weight gain.
Enter: the solution to my fast food woes – Wendy’s salads.
Freshly prepared with quality ingredients, you really can’t go wrong. I’m a superfan of their BBQ Ranch Chicken Salad. It is SO GOOD. It’s so flavorful, the chicken is delicious and juicy, it’s actually filling (a major requirement), and I didn’t hate myself after I ate it. I’m not kidding – it tasted like a salad from a sit-down restaurant.
I was torn between the BBQ Chicken and the Apple Pecan Chicken salad, so I’ll definitely be going back for seconds!
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