Week 2

So much has happened though you wouldn't be able to tell by my postings, huh?

Last weekend I felt weird that I didn't work out. What?! Me?! one of the many emotions I went through in the last week. I am shocked that I actually thought about it on days I wasn't sweating it out. A little proud of myself.

Remi started daycare this week so I took advantage of the early morning workouts without him Actually, I really like having him with me but of course I am less focused on the workout. On Tuesday, Cassandra and I were going to walk to the park but due to my eagerness we couldn't. The eagerness to get a nice sports bra (2!) and new shoes. The SECOND I put the shoes one, I had a bleeding blister. We weren't going to walk, that's for sure.

We worked out at her apartment complex and my superman is getting better. Oh yeah! At the end I decided to drop the shoes and walk around barefoot, just so I didn't miss out on the cardio. We did a pretty good job considering it was a 30 minute walk on cement. The feets did me proud!

On Wednesday I had my Zumba. Kat contacted earlier in a week saying how great it was that I was working out after having a baby. I felt special. Cheesy, I know. I paid for Zumba with singles and quarters (hello, planning ahead!) and once the music started I got excited. But then I had to move... I couldn't get my feet off the ground. Every muscle in my body hurt. I was out of step the whole entire class and towards the end it was starting to take its toll on me. Towards the last song I had to work extra hard to keep it together and not bawl. Turns out I just saved it for later. As soon as I left the building, I just lost it. I have never been the biggest girl in the room. The leat coordinated one. The one with the shittiest and lowest self esteem. This was uncharted territory and it sucked. I felt fat, unattractive and just a blob without a single musical bone in her body walking to her car. I have never cried about my weight before, this was a first.

When I got home, I kept going back and forth about telling Pasha about what happened. But then emotions took over and I just cried. He held me close and told me I was going to be OK. I hope he is right. In the first 3 weeks of having a baby I lost 22 pounds. None of it was my doing (hell the baby was 8! pounds). Since then (that means 6 weeks) I have lost 1, UNO, ONE pound. At this rate I will be 90 (I didn't actually calculate this) before I am my desired 140. Pfff.

On Thursday, Cassandra and I walked to the park, had a KICK ASS work out and walked back. Stuff was hurting everywhere but I kept my balance mostly together, even during the lunges.

I posted a status on Facebook about working out and everyone who knows me was shocked. I guess it's good that I can surprise people but bad that everyone knows I suck at it.

On Saturday I went to Restorative Yoga. If you've never done it, it's quite good. Instead of working your little culos to death, RY has you doing only 5-6 poses in an hour and staying in each one for stretching. You feel SO relaxed afterward, it's amazing. This was definitely my treat for working out. Never thought yoga would be a treat...

School is starting next week so my life is about to get crazy. How does one work, take care of a sweet little baby and try to take care of her body? We are about to find out.