Long time, no write. I know. Sorry for my absence. I've been ... living. It seems like the days have been flying by since the summer. We went on a family vacation to England in August. Hired a new nanny in September. Not-so-baby Boy turned 1 and started walking in October. We felt a little suffocated by our tiny apartment once the boy was really on the move. So we found another place and a week and a half after looking for a new place, we moved. We still aren't completely unpacked, but we're getting there. As I type, Not-so-baby Boy is taking his very first nap sans pacifier. It was a little rough at first, but within 5 minutes, he was out. Mommy - 1, paci - 0.
And here's where it gets real. I've been going to the gym a lot. Thanks to Miss Daisy at Carsick Caravan, I was inspired to start doing HIIT on the treadmill, and I'm in LOVE. Burns more calories in a shorter period of time. And increases my endurance. Google it. Love it. Tell me about it! And because I'm crazy, I finish each workout by sitting in the steam room.
Though I've been working hard and doing all the right things, I'm only down 2 lbs. I'm still 13 lbs. heavier than pre-baby. And that frustrates me. Especially when we want to expand our family. I just can't build more weight on where I'm at. I know that's stupid. But that's how I feel. So after talking it over with my husband, we decided to hire a personal trainer. Our awesome YMCA offers trainers, and it's super affordable. And with free childcare, it's so worth it. My trainer is a retired Army Ranger. And today was my first fit test.
And here's what I learned: I'm WAY stronger than I believe. The first thing Army Ranger (A.R.) told me was, "Don't count. I'm going to have you do different exercises, but don't you count. Because the second you do, you will get tired and quit. You're capable of more than you think you are." So I didn't count. Though I really wanted to, because that's what I'm accustomed to doing. Instead, he talked to me the whole time. Asked me questions. Told me stories. I even noticed that the floor mat I use every day has a pattern on it. It's funny the things you notice when you free up your mind and stop obsessing over stupid things like counting. But anyway, I digress.
After the fit test, my trainer told me something I haven't heard in a long time: "You did excellent. You're fit. And because you're an athlete, we're going to have some fun."
He called me fit. And an athlete. Say what?! All I feel is weak and a little flabby. But we've gotta start somewhere.
Here are my numbers:
Plank: 1 min. 45 sec.
Push ups (not the girly kind): 19
Sit ups : 33
1-mile run: 8 min 26 sec.
Pull ups: ZERO (A.R. says, "Don't worry. When I'm done with you, you'll be doing pull ups." HAHAHA! <= nervous laughter)
Well, Not-so-baby Boy is having a rough time right now. To give him the paci or not give him the paci... that is the question.
And here's where it gets real. I've been going to the gym a lot. Thanks to Miss Daisy at Carsick Caravan, I was inspired to start doing HIIT on the treadmill, and I'm in LOVE. Burns more calories in a shorter period of time. And increases my endurance. Google it. Love it. Tell me about it! And because I'm crazy, I finish each workout by sitting in the steam room.
Though I've been working hard and doing all the right things, I'm only down 2 lbs. I'm still 13 lbs. heavier than pre-baby. And that frustrates me. Especially when we want to expand our family. I just can't build more weight on where I'm at. I know that's stupid. But that's how I feel. So after talking it over with my husband, we decided to hire a personal trainer. Our awesome YMCA offers trainers, and it's super affordable. And with free childcare, it's so worth it. My trainer is a retired Army Ranger. And today was my first fit test.
And here's what I learned: I'm WAY stronger than I believe. The first thing Army Ranger (A.R.) told me was, "Don't count. I'm going to have you do different exercises, but don't you count. Because the second you do, you will get tired and quit. You're capable of more than you think you are." So I didn't count. Though I really wanted to, because that's what I'm accustomed to doing. Instead, he talked to me the whole time. Asked me questions. Told me stories. I even noticed that the floor mat I use every day has a pattern on it. It's funny the things you notice when you free up your mind and stop obsessing over stupid things like counting. But anyway, I digress.
After the fit test, my trainer told me something I haven't heard in a long time: "You did excellent. You're fit. And because you're an athlete, we're going to have some fun."
He called me fit. And an athlete. Say what?! All I feel is weak and a little flabby. But we've gotta start somewhere.
Here are my numbers:
Plank: 1 min. 45 sec.
Push ups (not the girly kind): 19
Sit ups : 33
1-mile run: 8 min 26 sec.
Pull ups: ZERO (A.R. says, "Don't worry. When I'm done with you, you'll be doing pull ups." HAHAHA! <= nervous laughter)
Well, Not-so-baby Boy is having a rough time right now. To give him the paci or not give him the paci... that is the question.
Love. Love. Love! And now I want to come hang out with you and your AR. Do you think he'd mind?
ReplyDeleteYou are an inspiration to so many of us, Tif. I want to find something that I can be consistent with, build up my nonexistant muscles and be a stress reliever. You got my mind turning....Thanks. AND GOOD JOB! You are on the "right" road!!!
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