The other day I was walking. I do this everyday-we all do actually. I walk from my bed to the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the TV room and sometimes I even walk to the mailbox. I consider all of this walking exercise.
6 weeks postpartum and my normal walking routine (couch to fridge) was no longer cutting it and I decided to Baby Bjorn Mary Claire up and take a walk outside. It made me feel good, as if I were actually doing something to get me on the road to Skinnyville again. I used to live in Skinnyville, then I resided in Pregnantville only to be relocated to Flubby Town USA (Flubby is a word... look it up).
As I walked past my neighbor Michelle's house she came outside to see what I was doing. Apparently my walking outside was a sight to be seen as this is not something I normally do. Our conversation:
Michelle: What are you doing?
Me: To get rid of some of this extra weight that has attached itself to my rear end.
Michelle: Well walking is NOT going to help that!
Me: Thanks... seriously.
Michelle: You need to go work out! (I love Michelle's brutal honesty)
So today I went to work out. I struggled to get into my sports bra, but after a few minutes of grunting and sweating I was able to secure the twins. I considered that my work out warm up. I did a Jazzercise class with Michelle and I have to say that I really enjoyed myself.... aside from the sweating and heavy breathing.
There was a moment when I realized that my refusal to do kegal exercises during pregnancy was a mistake as I felt like my bladder was going to drop right onto to the floor every time I did a jump-ball change-twist move, not to mention that it felt a little like a wind tunnel down in my lower love region. It is hell getting old and out of shape let me tell you. Men have it easy-they never have to do a kegal penal exercise in order to be able to do some leg lifts without a making little sounds. All I have to say is-Thank God the music was turned up!
So, I am back on the quest for a perfect body... I don't know if I will ever find it, but I am going to try. I celebrated my first workout by coming home and eating a brownie. I have to keep my motivation up somehow!