Later……Okay, not as sexy as it sounds. That’s how long it’s been since I had my son, Noah. Being a Fitness Coach, I

thought I was going to bounce back right into my old jeans by Christmas. I mean, I didn’t expect to be unrealistic and wear them home from the hospital as I’ve heard stories from some women I know, who shall remain nameless to protect them from the countless women who will never again wear those jeans. I am also human, and life happened.
Let me back up briefly. While I was pregnant, I said I would blog about the realities of life changes and getting your life back after having a baby. I know I am not the first woman to have a child. I also will not be the first to lose her pregnancy weight. (Notice I am being positive.) If you know my story, I struggled with weight my whole life and made significant life changes to get healthy and fit. Now, I find myself with a similar challenge but for different reasons.
This first entry will be longer than most and then I will post more often. I will recap the last 9 and ½ weeks as concisely as possible.

Noah Robert Hedlund was born on October, 15 at 8: 20pm after almost 24 of labor (after my water broke). Everyone talks about labor pain and no one talks about the after pain! YOWZA!!! We left the hospital a few days late. Nothing major, both Mommy and Baby were healthy at release. That aside, Noah and I struggled with feeding once we got home. We shortly had to give up our ideals for breast-feeding and formula prevailed. Our home became a much happier place for all.
How does a little person create so much laundry? I still ask this question…among others, but I digress. The first few weeks home as much as I enjoyed my little guy, as the late afternoon approached, I would count the hours until my husband would be home to have a helping hand and adult conversation. It amazed me how I was frantically busy, utterly unproductive and completely exhausted all at the same time. Yet, I was completely and undoubtedly in love with my bundle of joy.
My grandmother was admitted to the hospital the day we were discharged. She was released and admitted again on Thanksgiving morning. She passed away on December 4, 2008. Within a few months, I gave birth to my son and was in the room with my grandmother as she passed away. Two of the most emotional days, both high and low, of my life within 6 weeks of one another…..
So….I haven’t been 100% on track with my own health and fitness. My grandmother’s passing and the holidays took a bulk of time and energy from my entire family. I know I always get on people for making excuses. But, I can’t relive it. I didn’t eat because of my circumstances. I credit myself for that, because the old me would have done just that. I had arrangements for my grandmother to make and still had Christmas shopping and preparations that fell behind and an infant to work around. What can I say? Excuses? Maybe….
I can say that I have been eating well, but not exercising too much. Did I mention that I gained about 50 pounds with my pregnancy!!! Yeah…..but for my family, that’s the low end. I didn’t luck out in the pregnancy genetics department. I didn’t look it, but it was somewhere. Even my doctor was shocked at the scale based on my appearance. I have about

20 to lose still and I have to start working out. I’m working out a schedule with my husband and I also got back to racquetball (and won!)
Look, I’m gonna’ kick my own butt, like I would anyone else’s. I’m also gonna’ trip a few times along the way probably. But, I will get there. I deserve it and my Noah deserves a happy and healthy Mommy. I am sharing my story with you, because I think you deserve to know an honest perspective about getting there in real time.