I'm just going to say this and I don't care what anyone thinks- those women you see- those average, every day, non-celebrity women who have more than one kid they have tote around and are still in great shape. Those women are freakin' rock stars.Getting to the gym with one kid in a baby carrier and the other still not fully mobile is rough. In fact, it is all sorts of demotivation in one giant diaper bag, sippy cup involving mountain. Staying motivated to work out after the kids are up and in my face is hard too, but Shredding or doing Pilate's from home can be easier than treking to the gym. Unless you face what I did today. One Comedian sitting on my abs during sit-ups. One Comedian hugging my legs as I tried to do jumping jacks.One heavy toddler putting … [Read more...]
Beyond the Couch to 5k
So here I am beginning week four in my Couch to 5k training and it hit me as I was out running on Saturday. I'm impatient. OK, I already knew that. I can be like a cat on meth when it comes to having patience. I really don't want to go many more months of fitting into larger sizes or making due with the few bigger clothes that I have. I want to be in my old size NOW. Spare me the, "You just had a baby!" cries. It's de-motivating. Back in 2007, after I birthed the Tiny Dicatator, I went on a month long journey of working out. For 30 days/4 weeks I would work out every day. It seems insane and I actually made it five weeks and eliminated sugar and alcohol during that time, but it worked. I'm not that nutty this time around. At the … [Read more...]
Back on the Couch
That title can be viewed two ways. Literally.I went back to see my psychiatrist yesterday for the first time since mid-2009. Apparently once you have had postpartum depression two times you are "red-flagged" in the system and a social worker visits you while you are still in the hospital nursing and wearing mesh undies. That and they give you back your meds about thirty minutes after you push that new baby out. It is a month after The Fifth Element's arrival and I need a new script so it was back on the psych's couch for me. Aside from being tired I feel pretty good.I'm also back on the Couch to 5k program. I went for my first run on Sunday and it was glorious. I felt stiff, a bit wobbly and tense at first, but it was fantastic to be out in the … [Read more...]
The Odyssey
The other night I had a dream. A fabulous dream. When I woke up, I felt happy and refreshed. What was this dream about? Running.It was all I did the entire duration of my dream and it wasn't from something scary. Instead, it was just one long run after another as I took in local scenery and running in places, I have never been. It felt so freeing. Sometimes, I was running while pregnant and other times I was back to my old self. No matter what I felt exhilarated. I cannot tell you how much I miss being out there. I look longing at other runners. When the weather is that perfect combination of sunny and just a bit cool outside I long for it even more. I am deeply jealous of H's freedom when he runs. Just like drinking it is another thing I cannot do right now.I tried to keep running. It was … [Read more...]
The Non-Drinkers Club
Last month I proposed a thirty day challenge of sorts. No sugar and no alcohol for the entire month of January. H was first on the bandwagon and then a few fine bloggers decided to join me on this crazy train. I wanted to see if eliminating sugar and drinking from my diet would improve my workouts, help me lose a few pounds and generally change the way I felt internally. Essentially it was a month long cleanse. H decided to go all balls to the wall insane though and throw in the "no fried food" thing too. Egads.What started out easy peasy with me just desiring sugar and even dreaming of it became a nightmare. I thought it would be hard to get rid of the alcohol, I mean what is bath time without wine? I cook with wine so why not pour a glass during … [Read more...]
Trying to Come Back
When I first found out I was pregnant with this newest addition to our clan I still felt fine. I vowed that I would keep running, I wouldn't slow down with my workout routines and I would do a 5k every few months to keep me motivated.I might be walking those 5k's now. Once I'm "with child" as H loves to call it, I become incredibly sick. Unless I'm asleep, I'm sick. I throw up a lot and I spontaneously gag whenever, wherever. It's really sexy. The idea that I would be "Super Prego!" with this third pregnancy suddenly became laughable. I get so sick that water gives me heartburn. I'm on medication just so I can act like a somewhat competent parent, take care of the kids, make their food and keep some of my own food down. Bagels are my … [Read more...]
Confessions of a Cheater
I just might be a sloth. My motivation and will to work out has completely left me. While my butt aches from sitting on the couch so much, it is about all I can do most of the time these days. Yes, my friends things have changed. Do you hear the hoof beats of the horsemen of the Apocalypse too? I just can't seem to get back on track.I have not indulged in any alcohol at all this month, I am, along with others, 18 days into this No Sugar/Alcohol Thirty Day Challenge and I am confessing to cheating on the sugar front. Not even cheating, just downright diving in. I had a Frosty last night from Wendy's while I watched the Golden Globes. A delicious, smooth, creamy, frozen cup of bliss. I needed it. OK?! Just leave me and my … [Read more...]
My Goody Drawer
I keep things hidden away in my nightstand. Things that no one in my house can have but me. In pretty wrappings, sometimes shiny and glistening, they beckon to me as they sit and wait until just the right moment when I open the draw and pull one out just for my pleasure.It's candy. I keep loads of candy in my nightstand. Ever since Claudia from the Baby Sitter's club gave me the clever idea of hiding junk food in my room I have done just that. I am like an old lady hoarding money under my mattress. Except in my case, it is probably a box of Good 'n Plenty. Wispa bars. Cadbury eggs. Chocolate bars loaded with crunchy bits of toffee. Dark chocolate bite-sized nuggets. Sometimes gum, but that is too boring. Now that I have embarked on this 'no sugar for a month' insanity, my "goody drawer" is … [Read more...]
2010- No More Excuses
I never watch 'The Biggest Loser'. OK, maybe sometimes I catch a weigh in or two, but I don't know the players, their stories or their fight to lose the weight while at the ranch. Since there was absolutely nothing else on TV last night and I felt ridiculously tired, I lay there like a sacraficial lamb and allowed the show's newest season to unfold before my eyes.And I cried. I gasped. My hand flew to my mouth as I watched these people struggle and I laughed as they endured the wrath of Jillian, who climbs atop treadmills to yell in your face like a tiny, wronged monkey. At least she didn't tell them to gargle their hearts. Yet. It was then that I realized I was at the closing of my fifth day of self-imposed 'no sugar/no alcohol' … [Read more...]
This ain’t no Billy Blanks Kickboxing
Five minutes of jumping rope.100 push-ups.150 squats.200 sit-ups.That's how kick-boxing class started. That was just the warm up. After that? There was still another forty minutes left of class. Oh, and an ab routine. Did I mention the murder on my post-two-baby abs? I felt like such a wussy weakling. My tailbone is so sore today. It hasn't been this sore since I fell on the ice at age eight and chipped it. Oddly enough, that is where I am sore the most. I feel like I need a little pad attached to my butt or one of those inflatable donuts to sit on. Before the class I felt like a scared little bunny. After the class I felt taller and like I could really kick some box! Like a cardboard box post-Christmas that's been … [Read more...]