I was just thinking I needed to add new pics once in a while, but I don't think I'll begin with this post.
As of tomorrow, I will have finished one week of P90X. Good and bad news. Not as fearful as I probably should be or as people made it out to be. BUT, there is no rest for the weary.
As a new mom 2 1/2 months out and having 3 other kids, I feel the burn.
I wake EARLY, run around entertaining for the summer (with extra lbs to lug around and I'm not talking about the baby). Every time we get in and out of the car, I haul that nasty carseat. Ada has decided she can't walk anymore at the most inopportune times... and I always keep forgetting that one thing that I left upstairs and I have to run up and get (oh wait, 50 times a day). Then after lunch or dinner if Johnny doesn't have anything planned, I get to push my limits with exercise.
These actually aren't nearly as bad as I expected. There are exercises that either my weight or the ligaments pulled will not allow me to do, but overall its ok.
Now keep in mind, depending on when I do these I have 3-4 kids awake, either begging me for something, bugging me, tripping me, and if I'm lucky exercising with me. Blessings: Nyla hasn't kept me from working out so far. and Also the girls have been encouraging me, as they tip me over while i'm doing the crane.
i'm glad to have a partner in Johnny. Sometimes I'm glad he's there to spur me on, but also sometimes it's nice to have the competition of doing something he can't. Afterward, I get to either cook dinner (while my arms shake) or put the girls to bed (while my butt jiggles/shakes).... then I come downstairs drinking a gallon of water, begging for bed, but too worked- out that I can't sleep. When I finally do, Nyla undoubtedly thinks it's an excellent time to talk to me... at 3am.
oh crap, I gotta get up those stairs again.
And then The alarm goes off. 2 days after starting, the muscle soreness sets in, and I'm crawling more than jumping out of bed, I slide off the couch rather than hop down to change diapers, I get on all fours before I stand up, and yes, I'm contemplating whether I should have had that oreo for dessert.
But all in all, I'm feeling good. i'm hoping to gain some strength and smaller pants, and eventually get back to my extreme self... so get on it, come over and work it with me, just don't look at me while I'm trying to do my vinassa.
I loved this post! I swear, working out is a thousand times harder once you throw kids in the mix. I don't even attempt it unless Keith takes the girls out of the room (preferably out of the house!) Good for you for starting to work out so soon after Nyla- I'm pretty sure I didn't attempt exercise until well after the 6 month mark :)
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