Inspired by a friend’s Facebook status, I decided to add some jogging to our traditional morning walks on the trail. It was the first time I’ve actually used our BOB Revolution Jogging Stroller for jogging, and I must say – I absolutely LOVE it. Love.
Here we are, 3.6 miles later.
Hubster and I are completely addicted to My Fitness Pal. We both have the app on our iPhones and track everything. Between eating well and P90X
We’ve been doing this for over a month now, and haven’t had any fast food for that amount of time. Granted, we’ve gotten Subway and Panera; but nothing that you typically associate with the term “fast food.” While we were driving to an adjacent town to pick up a toy for C that I found on Craigslist, we stopped at McDonald’s and decided to split some fries. Delicious in the moment. Bad decision in hindsight.
My stomach rejected the greasy, tasty golden fries. It hurt and I felt terrible. I decided to forgo our nightly P90X
Ugh, sometimes I am completely drop-dead exhausted by the time I put C to bed at 7pm. The last thing I want to do is wash his bottles, and I certainly don’t have the energy for P90X. Last night was one of those nights. I melted into the couch and watched The Bachelor, my Monday night trash TV of choice. By the time that was over, it was 9pm and I just felt like cruising Twitter or flipping TV channels.
But I pushed myself. I popped in the 60-minute Legs & Back workout and got to work. I was cursing Tony Horton during the millionth lunge, but by the time it was over I felt so awesome. I felt energized, empowered and accomplished. My muscles felt stronger and looser. I physically felt less stressed. It was wonderful. Now I know that I need to push myself on those nights, because the end result is so worth it.
I sprained my hip. That’s right – my hip. With that information, you might be led to believe that I’m sitting over here with a wrinkly body and white hair. No, I didn’t turn 90 with Betty White this month. I’m 24.
*sigh*
I can’t believe that years of athletics and kickboxing didn’t cause me any injury, but I do ONE yoga workout and I hurt myself. I’m officially swearing off yoga. No offense to yogis; it’s just not for me. Give me a kickboxing workout any day of the week, but yoga? Never again!
Hubster and I have decided to take the P90X
We’re doing the lean version (more cardio-based) to work into it. I think I’ll try the classic version after we finish this. We did the first workout last night, Core Synergistics, and I felt awesome afterward! I’m still feeling awesome today, which makes me really excited for what is to come. I know it will be challenging and we’ll probably get pretty sore, but I’m beyond excited to see the results we’ll get.
Have you ever tried P90X? What did you think of it?
When I look at this, I'm happy it *only* took me 6 months! 
Yes, I realize it has been six months since my son was delivered via c-section. I never thought it would take this long or be this much work to get back into my pre-pregnancy jeans. It’s been a bit disheartening seeing other moms get back to their pre-pregnancy size, or even smaller, months before I have. But, it’s time to put all that behind me because it’s my time now – I DID IT! Today I was able to button my pre-pregnancy jeans!!!
I’m amazed at how difficult it is to recover from a c-section. I still have a long way to go on my stomach for my abs to be as strong as they once were. I strongly encourage other c-section mamas to try a Mamavation 2 Week Challenge. My first challenge last month was difficult, but I did it. There are still a couple days left of my second 2 week challenge and I’ve noticed a difference in my strength and, obviously, in my clothes. It is AWESOME. The accountability and support, via Twitter, is amazing. I love it.
After countless hours of cardio, training for and completing a 5k, two Mamavation 2 Week Challenges and other strength training, I am so thrilled to be writing this post today. One goal down – here’s to meeting the next goal! 
I was excited to notice how loose the jeans are that I’ve been wearing since having C. So, I thought I’d test my luck and try on all of my old jeans. Um…yeah, that was a bad idea.
My pre-C jeans fit perfectly everywhere except the waist. C killed my mid-section! Ugh. It’s terrible. I need to lose probably another 2-3 inches on my waist before I can fit into those old jeans. Somehow I’ve managed to shrink my thighs and butt back to their pre-C level, but that ol’ waist is hanging tough. C stretched it to the max and I hope it’ll someday shrink back up.
I’ve been doing a TON of cardio – elliptical, biking, running. What worked for you? I’m particularly interested in hearing from any fellow c-section mamas out there. Thank you!
Our local MOMS Club has organized a workout club to train for a 5k at the end of October. I haven’t joined the MOMS Club yet, but now I plan to! It sounds like we’ll be using an adaptation of the Couch to 5k program to prepare. One of my personal fitness goals has always been to complete a 5k. I won’t be concerned with my time, I just want to cross that finish line!
I’m excited!
If you’ve been reading my posts for a while, you’ll know how excited I was to start working out again. It was pretty much a standard answer to the “What are you looking forward to” question in my weekly updates. :) Well…this week, I signed up for a 7-day pass to a 24-hour gym in my town and decided that I will join. When I was given the tour, I was practically drooling over the exercise machines. I was so excited.
Last night, I had the opportunity to go for the first time. OMG, my 30-minute workout on the elliptical was t.o.u.g.h. Basically every surface of my body was sweating and saying, “Huh?!” But it was delightful. I slept like a rock last night and this morning, I have so much more energy. Granted, I still have that new-parent, could-sleep-for-days feeling; but, considering that is never a legitimate option, I feel fantastic.
Now for my gym vent:
At every gym I’ve ever attended, there’s always the same type of men. You know, the ones that hang out by the weights, lift twice, then stand around puffing out their chests for 10 minutes like they’re so tough and strong. Repeat. Last night there were about 10 of these guys and it was driving me bananas. While the rest of us were having a legit workout, these guys were walking around like they owned the place. I would’ve loved to say – hey you with the Powerade, bet you can’t run for 30 minutes like that real man up front. Lame-o-nade.
Vent over.
A while back, I purchased three prenatal workout DVDs with the intention of working out daily to stay fit and keep my muscles loose. I did them for a while, but once I hit my third trimester, it has been very difficult to work up the energy to work out. I often put on my workout attire and then end up sitting on the couch for a while, unable to work up enough energy. Eventually, I give up and take a shower.
Has this happened to any of you? How do you get enough energy to work out?
I can’t believe how difficult it can be to try to work out while pregnant. I started doing 20-30 minutes of prenatal pilates each day. It feels great afterward, when my muscles are all stretched and loose. Yesterday, however, I thought I was going to pass out after only 10 minutes – my belly felt SO heavy. I’m hoping the extra exhaustion is not a sign of what is to come once I’m technically in my 3rd trimester in just a few short days.
It’s also strange thinking of working out as being a way to keep muscles loose and toned instead of as a means to lose weight. I’m trying to think of it as a means to an easier labor, delivery and recovery.
A review of 10-minute solution Prenatal Pilates is on its way….I have tried 4 out of the 5 workouts thus far
I think that Wii Fit should have an “I’m pregnant” option in order to save the self esteem of pregnant women everywhere. Tonight I started my body test and it first asked me if I’ve noticed my stomach getting firm! Now that part was pretty hilarious, but the next part…not so much. It proceeded to ask me why I’ve gained weight, even though I set my goal to gain weight. Then it reminded me of my ideal weight, which is extremely unattainable at this point. It broke my lil pregnant heart.