Who would have though that experiencing pregnancy would alter my eating habits – for the better?
Certainly not me.
I was a firm believer that once I was pregnant, my life was over.
My body would not be my own and I would be destined for a life of sugar, caffeine and cake.
Granted those treats still feature in my life but on a balanced scale now.
This time last year I was scoffing two easter eggs (I kid you not) – and tonight I’ve been scoffing hard boiled eggs.
Yeah – I know. So rock and roll now.
But the hard-boiled-egg habit started when I was pregnant.
The healthy lifestyle all started with the obvious
– not drinking alcohol.
I was miserable and panicked at how I would cope. My weekends revolved around food and drink. Not only could I not drink, that first trimester I lost my appetite and dropped eight pounds.
The second trimester I craved chicken, rice, fruit and veg.
It’s like my body only wanted to eat what was good for it.
Someone at work brought in a hard boiled egg one day and that was it. I batch-boiled on a Sunday, stored in the fridge and ate them during the week.
I was eating poached eggs on toast or overnight oats for breakfast. In the third trimester, I started with good intentions. The extra 200 calories were coming from a slice of toast with butter at breakfast. I admit that those calories increased as this last milestone went on (Easter Eggs).
Frozen green beans became a regular addition to meal time dishes. One of my favourite meals is the Slimming World Carribean Pepperpot Stew.
The third trimester, however, was a different story.
I maintained the boiled eggs and healthy eating.
But my pregnancy vice was puddings. Puddings and Easter Eggs.
I reasoned that because I couldn’t drink, I’d treat myself to a pudding instead.
But the arrival of Easter Eggs in the shops tipped me over the edge.
I was on my feet a lot in my job and the Little Lady’s last growth spurt seemed to depend on sugar.
And so did my body two weeks post natal. Hospital meals (FYI Crammie hospital meals – unreal. I didn’t want to leave that place), visitors with food parcels, endless cups of tea and treats. I told myself they were all part of the ‘healing’ process from my section.
That was the last of my unhealthy run (bar a little slippage on summer holidays and over Christmas, which is inevitable).
Once I was left to my own devices and routine with little E, I reverted back to those healthy habits I’d picked up during pregnancy.
I also started healthy eating in the form of (my own version of) slimming world, baby-friendly workouts and walking introduced me to a healthier lifestyle.
And by own version of slimming world I mean I followed it to a degree.
To the degree that included the healthy food. I, however, lost count of the synnage a fair few times with coffee and cake clubs.
Hey ho Mat Leave Life and all that.
But you need a balance in life to be happy.
I’m nearly a year post partum (bliddy hell when did that happen?) and my eating habits are the best they’ve ever been.
I’ve always drank loads of water and I continue to do so. I drink hot water and lemon and limit myself to one cup of coffee a day (a new motherhood habit I’m finding hard to kick).
I don’t drink anywhere near as much alcohol, despite missing it when pregnant.
But I think that was more because I couldn’t have it than actually wanting it. As time went by, I wasn’t as bothered.
I’m a planner by nature and as I have to be super organised now to get myself and a child out the door (very early doors) I now find I meal prep too.
Like a boss.
Don’t get me wrong – I still enjoy pizza Friday’s.
B A L A N C E
Inspired by Instagram fit mammies, I factor in thirty minutes every other night fitness routine at home.
If I’m honest, I couldn’t face Instagram when I was in hospital.
I felt like a fat blob and I refused to lower my confidence with images of incredibly toned mammies.
But that was my own fault for following them when I was pregnant.
Which is a sad factor of society now.
But it spurred me on – in a good way. Some accounts that I follow motivate you to incorporate home workout routines around your baby.
They motivate and inspire. Not brag and dictate.
Which is the difference.
I try and run (I’ve found I can run much further since having a baby?! Bizarre. And with a buggy too) as well as attend exercise classes. I tried a new one this week called Pound.
A workout with drumsticks.
Great for letting out your aggression and toning, especially your arms.
The results? I’m actually nine pound lighter than I was pre-pregnancy.
It makes me look back and think that my lifestyle did need a shake-up. I drank far too much and ate unhealthily.
And it’s sad the mindset my pre-pregnancy self was in. That I believed I would evolve into a fat mess who loathed myself.
But joining the motherhood morphs you into superwoman in so many ways. You balance your life, your work, your home and your child – giving you the ultimate sense of empowerment.
You feel like you can conquer the world.
This drive made me determined to be strong, fit and healthy.
If not to survive my new chaotic lifestyle, to set a good example to the small person that I’m raising.
Love Missuswolf xxx
Image credits – Easter Eggs (myself obvs!) and the pretty boiled eggs – Pixabay