A few months before I welcomed my daughter into the world, a well-known actress shared her thoughts on how new mothers could shed postpartum weight through exercise. She confidently declared, “Every woman can carve out time for fitness — every woman — and yes, you can do it with your baby in the room. There have been countless moments when I’ve worked out while my kids played nearby. If it matters to you, it’ll matter to them.”
I stumbled upon these words a couple of months postpartum, right around the time my doctor gave me the green light to exercise again after my c-section. I eagerly tried to jump back into a fitness routine. But let me pause for a moment to chuckle at the absurdity of that expectation.
In reality, it took much longer for me to even think about exercising regularly. I was exhausted. Picture this: sleepless nights filled with feedings, a full-time job that involved commuting, daycare pick-ups, meal prep, laundry, and trying on designer outfits (just kidding about that last one). The glamorous life of that actress can really warp your perception of what “every woman” experiences.
Fast forward to six or seven months after my daughter’s birth. My brain was still foggy from sleep deprivation, but I knew I needed to kick-start some form of exercise. I had stopped breastfeeding after four months but continued to consume the extra 500 calories recommended during that time, and the scale showed an unwelcome eight-pound increase. Inspired by the notion that if “every woman” could work out with kids around, surely I could too.
Now, let’s talk about my daughter—she’s not opposed to movement; in fact, she’s a bundle of energy. However, her enthusiasm doesn’t extend to my attempts at exercise. When I stretch on the floor, she sees it as an invitation for a game of horsey. Push-ups? She thinks we’re playing peek-a-boo, her forehead colliding with mine: “Ouch, Mommy!”
There are suggestions from parenting magazines to use your baby as a weight during squats or to balance them on your legs while doing crunches. I gave it a shot but quickly learned that my little one’s “help” often resulted in more pain than gain.
I thought about trying baby yoga, but let’s be real—how can you expect a toddler to hold poses when they can’t even control their bladder? Even when she’s not physically interrupting me, she’s demanding my attention: “Mommy, juice!” or “I poop!” And I’ve discovered that if she announces she’s soiled her diaper, it’s usually a false alarm.
Our solution? We turned to Elmo. His DVDs became our trusty distraction. It didn’t solve everything, but at least it allowed my husband and me to take turns watching her while sneaking in some exercise.
As for the idea that what’s important to me will become important to my daughter? Maybe one day. But right now, there’s nothing that I cherish—whether it’s sleeping, enjoying a hot cup of coffee, or even a solitary trip to the bathroom—that she has recognized as valuable.
So, my husband and I continue to juggle our attempts to exercise, with the assistance of Elmo. Eventually, I hope to fit back into those jeans that I barely zipped up before pregnancy. Until then, I’m just navigating the chaos of parenting and trying to find a moment for myself.
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In summary, exercise as a mom isn’t about perfection; it’s about finding small moments amidst the beautiful chaos of family life.
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