Let’s talk fitness

Let’s talk fitness.
Before I had my daughter I just started getting into the workout thing, and eating right. I just mastered it. I noticed my body getting toned, I started even getting abs. Then a few months later, boom I was pregnant, and all that stopped. Even though my dr. Said I could continue working out I decided not to. The most I would do was walk the steps in my apartment building.

During pregnancy I gained about 35lbs (Gesh, I had never seen those numbers on scale before it was scary), but throughout my pregnancy my dr told me it was normal, and plus I didn’t really feel huge (that’s all that matters right)

After I had my daughter and I weighed myself about a week later, and I had already lost A little more than half of my baby weight (keep in mind I am not a fan of the scale because technically it doesn’t really tell you much) I don’t know how but I did, well I do, I started back eating healthy, and I’ve picked up the habit of only drinking water when I initially started working out.
Any who after I had my daughter I was just ready to start working out again. I heard all the stories about how hard it is to lose your baby weight, or weight in general for that matter. For me I just wanted to tone up, especially my mid section (it’s amazing how far your belly can stretch when you’re pregnant). I remember about 2 weeks after I had my daughter I still had that after birth belly, yea that stomach that looks like you left your child’s sibling in there, I remember my brother asking me that, jokingly ( you do not make jokes about a mother’s post pregnancy body, big no no).

Once my dr gave me the okay to start working out, I waited about an extra 2 weeks, when I felt comfortable. I began by doing light exercises like running, but after about 3 days I would just stop, and then start again next week, then the same thing. I just didn’t have the dedication anymore. It was just so much easier to lay in bed than get up put on workout clothes and try to push yourself to the limit; no I’m tired I could be resting while baby is sleeping.

After a few weeks went by I started working out again, I couldn’t be lazy, and I was determined to be one of those mothers who “snapped back” so this time I went 2 weeks working out, and I was doing so good too, eating right working out 4 times a week, but then I stopped again, the motivation just wasn’t there. Me working out and stopping continued for the next couple of weeks, before you knew it, it would be spring.

During the springtime a group of my friends workout out at the park, it’s like a bootcamp workout (this is where I established my love for working out). So my cousin (who organize the workouts) was back in town from overseas and bootcamp was about to begin, and I was excited because if I couldn’t motivate myself I knew these group of people would.

I absolutely LOVE working out with these group of ppl for a list of reasons
1. They push you, even when they barely have the energy to.
2. They’re the most positive group of individuals I’ve ever come across.
3. They believe in you, sometimes more than you even believe in yourself.
4. They wake you up in the morning (we workout at 5:30am, whew)
5. They share tips that works for them and may work for you too.

I can go on and on with this list.

When you hear the word bootcamp you think drill sergeant, screaming, etc. but it’s the opposite of all of that. I couldn’t wait to start again.

Let me tell you when I first started working out at the park this time around it was extremely difficult for me mentally (because working out is really all mental) it really was. I remember before I was pregnant I could run about 6/7 laps around the track without stopping (that’s a big deal for me), but this time around I could barely make it around 2 laps. I remember being so close to crying and saying out loud “I’m going to have a mental breakdown”.
My cousin reminded me that I in fact was out of shape, but I shouldn’t let that discourage me, and to remember it is all mental so be strong and I was going to get through, so said so done, about a month later I was running around the track for 20 minutes straight, I lost track of how many laps that was, but it damn sure was more than TWO!

I started seeing result, I was being consistent, and I was more determined and motivated than ever. I had faith that I would reach my goals (maybe not as fast as expected) as long as I worked hard and had faith along the way, and that I did.

I’m currently out of commission right now, due to a sprained knee, but I’ll be back at it again once I get the okay from my dr.

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