It’s difficult to fit time in for anything other than cooking, cleaning, schooling, changing diapers, laundry, first aid–the list goes on and on.
But it’s a beautiful list.
A list we’re called to do.
Sometimes, though, our health takes a backseat.
After having our third child, I was diagnosed with Hypothyroidism. I didn’t really think it was that big of a diagnosis.
Sure, my thyroid didn’t work properly–it seemed almost common these days, right?
I had no idea the lows and highs that would come with Hypothyroidism, and while it was being tamed, I was an absolute mess, and my husband will probably be canonized one day because of it–along with all of my children.
With Hypothyroidism also comes weight gain–the icing on the cake, amen?
As someone who has struggled with body image since my freshman year (that’s what you get when ONE person says you’re fat! I was a size 5, people!), weight gain means a severe mental game with how I look, what I wear, etc.
After a few more babies, I’m happy to report that my thyroid meds are at an all-time LOW, but the weight hasn’t budged.
Perhaps it’s because I was averaging one meal a day–maybe two–due to homeschooling, trying to keep up on the house, running after toddlers, etc.
Apparently that makes your already-low metabolism (thanks to Hypothyroidism!) tank even further, and your body hates you.
And to show how much it hates you, it just decides to roll around in the fat and la-la-la-love it.
And I then roll around in self-loathing–FUN!
I just haven’t liked myself. As a person, as a mother, as a wife–just not thrilled with who I have become.
So, I was introduced to Trim Healthy Mama awhile back from a good friend and fellow homeschooling mom as we would sip on Goodgirl Moonshine at her house on playdates, but the “plan” seemed way too complicated for my life.
Because, um, I homeschool? And I can’t figure in eating every 3 hours. And I’m dealing with five kids here. Ain’t nobody got time for that, you dig?
So, after getting on several Trim Healthy Mama facebook groups and just…stalking…and trying to figure out the crazy language these women spoke.
The success stories were highly motivational.
My Hypothyroidism, however, is the most unmotivational thing ever.
I tried checking the book out from the library a year later, but I couldn’t get it, so I just went ahead and nabbed it and dove in.
Because, hello, my name is Delena, and I’m a sanguine who jumps first and thinks later.
Guess what I found out?
These mamas who wrote the book? They’re homeschooling moms. With way more kids than I have. So, there went that excuse.
If they could manage to eat every three hours to rev up their metabolism while changing diapers, changing toddlers, and yelling out spelling words, I can do it.
ANYways, I started the plan on a Monday. By Saturday, I tried on clothes that were…a size smaller.
But you want to know what I noticed first and foremost?
I’m…hot. Like, hot a lot. When you have Hypothyroidism, your body (and feet especially!) are constantly cold! (Another cause for sainthood for my husband: sleeping with quilts in the summer because his wife is FREEZING.)
Could that be my metabolism being jolted awake from a VERY long hibernation? I don’t know, but I’m not complaining.
I have endorphins that are flooding my brain, and I am…happy. Dare I say…joyful?!
And…I’m so completely full from eating the foods on the “plan” that I don’t feel hungry at all. It’s crazy.
And that energy? I have exercised nearly every day. (I took Sunday off.)
Which was the WHOLE point of this extremely long-winded post: my little exercise routine that I have been trying to implement.
It’s very simple, and wonderfully mortifying:
Yep, that’s it.
I have always loved dancing, did it in high school, and still love to bust a move with the kids in the middle of the kitchen pretty much every day.
So, I made a playlist, hit “play,” and the next thing I knew, I had danced for 45 minutes. (The kids, meanwhile, were downstairs picking up toys in the basement, and the baby was napping).
And then I did a set of three planks, stretched, and downed a full glass of water.
And then I was ready to begin the rest of the day.
(Yes, I realize I’m starting sentences with “and,” and I don’t care).
So, here’s the playlist: (Disclaimer: it is possible there are slightly off-color words in here. I honestly don’t know because when I listen to music, I rarely am thinking about the words–ask my husband, I have severe lyric issues. I’m thinking about harmony and the rhythm. So, proceed with caution if you are sensitive to things like that. I also used Spotify, but you could use YouTube. Please keep in mind I am not endorsing any of the music videos because I have no idea what’s in them.)
- “This is gonna be the best day of my life” by All American Authors. I danced around while unloading the dishwasher to warm up.
- “Lips are Movin'” by Meaghan Trainor
- “All About that Bass” by Meaghan Trainor
- “Happy” by Pharrell Williams
- “Happy” by Pharrell Williams (yes, twice in a row because I AM happy, and I love the song!)
- “I gotta feeling” by Black Eyed Peas
- “Happy” by Pharrell Williams (yes, again–I love it)
- “Pump It” by Black Eyed Peas
- Random techno music. When I was a freshman in college, I danced several hours a week with friends at clubs, and I was in pretty killer shape–like, size 3 shape. My favorite was techno music because the beat seriously keeps you going for hours. I turned this on today and just kept going until the 45 minute marker.
- “Rolling in the Deep” by Adele. This is the cool down for me, and I also do the planks at this point.
- “Stay with Me” by Sam Smith. This is what I use to stretch.
So, that’s it. That’s my plan.
In order to be a better mom and a better wife, I have to start by being a better me.
And there are other aspects to this, not just physical. Reading Psalms, praying more, keeping a gratitude journal, focusing on more patience and perseverance, etc.
But this is a start.
And we all have to start somewhere.