If you know me, you know I am a work out person. I enjoy working out. I also need to work out. For mental sanity, I need it.
I really enjoy eating healthy and exercising. Unlike some people, I don’t really have to force myself to do it. Well, I don’t have to force myself all of the time. It’s ridic to say I love sweating and exhausting myself every day and eating carrot sticks, but I’d be lying. But I do like the way I feel when I’m being healthy…which means working out and eating sensibly.
After being on bed rest for 8+ weeks and then having a C section….that means ZERO work outshot almost 4 months. I am ahhhmazed and bewildered that I didn’t gain 100 pounds while on bed rest. I ate my fair share of junk food. Actually, if I craved any type of candy and mentioned it to The Hubs, he would come home with it for me. I honestly should have gained much more than I did but either way…it’s not all going away.
The majority of my pregnancy weight fell off. I was surprised actually, how much weight came off and how my body started to get back to itself pretty quickly.
I have a stingy 12 pounds that are sticking. To my love handles. My belly. And a bit on my thighs.
And I haven’t worked out. Once. I’ve done sit ups, push ups (or attempted), lunges, squats, jumping jacks, knee lifts, anything I can do while bottles are heating up or the boys are sleeping. We’ve also taken plenty of walks (weather permitting) But to me, that doesn’t really count. I need to get back to pounding the pavement. Hard. Sweating. A lot.
When? That’s the question.