When I got pregnant with DS, I was 9.5 lbs away from my goal weight. I was in a groove. Pregnancy is good to me, however, and shoots my metabolism through the roof. As a result I can eat whatever I want and not gain a pound; for 9 months I get to be those girls that I hated in high school. Except, with a baby. Two weeks after he was born I was back to that weight. But as with many things you lose shortly after giving birth, my sky high metabolism quickly plummeted to the basement and everything that went into my mouth translated into weight gain.
Since I can't stay pregnant for the rest of my life, I'm back to relearning how to eat properly, and for some reason it doesn't get easier. Couple that with the fact that I'm approaching thirty (and the dreaded additional drop in metabolism) and I need to get my ass in gear.
So I'm here at 8AM, the day of my exercise class. But I can't motivate myself to go. I really need a shower, but what sense is showering before you get all sweaty?? The class I'm currently taking is a bootcamp class. I'm not as into it as I was when I was taking it before I got pregnant. Two days a week I get the crap beaten out of me. There's a Zumba class Wednesday mornings that I want to try, but I'm finding it hard to make a balance between working out, the kids, and the housework. Classes are at 930 for an hour. By the time I'm done with that and back home, it's time for lunch and nap. My whole morning is gone! And since it's nearly impossible for the children and I to get out of the house after nap, working out in the morning basically takes up my whole day.
My membership at this gym is up at the end of the month. I think I need to look into other options.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment