When G was born, all I could do when I first laid eyes on him was think, "Wow, that came out of me! I made that!" A ridiculously amazing feeling, to tell you the truth.
However, my body after pregnancy? Did not feel so ridiculously amazing. Don't get me wrong - I know it takes time for your uterus to shrink, it is incredible that our bodies are designed not only to bear a child but also to feed it (even if it's not the easiest and most natural thing), etc. etc.
But. But? It doesn't feel ridiculously amazing leaving the hospital with your newborn in tote only to look like you are still six months pregnant. It took me about three months before I had lost all of my pregnancy weight. Giving birth takes away a huge chunk of that weight immediately but there are definitely some "bits and pieces" still laying around that take time.
While I do consider myself a patient person, I am extremely impatient when it comes to my body. But? I also don't have extremely good will power to do anything about it. Once upon a time I was a work-out fiend and was SO good about going to the gym (even if it meant going at midnight), running in the neighborhood, etc. Now? I consider it a success if I don't eat that extra cookie that's tempting me from the pantry or if I take a leisurely walk with G in the jogging stroller.
The prego weight is off but I do NOT like the condition my body is in. Everything shifted to different areas, my clothes don't fit the same way, and I was left with some lovely stretch marks. Bleh. Some lucky b*tches slim down practically overnight after popping their babies out. Not me. I know I am going to have to work hard if I want the body I so desperately crave.
So ... no more excuses. G will turn one in a little less than two weeks and it is time to turn in my yoga pants and slip into some skinny jeans. Time to get that MILF body. Haha, I can't believe I'm even saying that!
I just started playing soccer again, but while that feels good to get back out on the field, I don't think it can count as my only work out for that day. I'm about to start a boot camp three mornings a week. It is early. Really ridiculously early and I am not a morning person. At all. But it is too blazing hot at any other time and I know that I won't have any scheduling conflicts before 7 a.m. We are also about to start a three month fitness program with a personal trainer here at the house. It is going to be intense but they promise (and produce) fantastic results.
So? Here goes nothing.
I'll be posting my progress each week to hold myself accountable and may post pictures as well (ewww... I have to send them in to my trainer, but I'm not sure I want them floating around the web so no hard feelings if I don't, okay?).
No more excuses!
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