Adjusting

So my last post shared that I'm now preggo. You know what the problem with that is? I'm competitive. With myself.

I think the problem is starting to become clearer. 6 weeks ago I was in the best shape of my life and headed for even better fitness and well being. I was able to consistently meet PRs and goals.

Fast forward to now. I'm almost 12 weeks pregnant and showing. My back has started hurting along with my round ligament and I just don't have the stamina I did. I get tired super easily and overheated. The internal body temp thing is completely whacked out and it's playing havoc with everything.

I need to keep reminding myself that I'm not at the level I was. I'm on a new level. A pregnant level and dammit anything I do exercise-wise is awesome and rocks. Even if it means a 16 minute mile (ack!)

So here I am, after my workout, sitting in the lounge area of the gym waiting for my mom to finish her class so I can scarf down whatever deliciousness the hubs has made because the 45 minute workout I just did has made me ravenous and I will not allow myself to go to 5 guys again and gobble up a little bacon cheeseburger like I did after Zumba. Even tho it was heavenly and delicious.

Ok so there's my check in. Oh and does anyone know why after an hour in the sun today my back looks like a freaking lobster? Cause a sunburn is just what I needed. :-/

Life......

So ya know, I had a plan.

I had a good plan. It was going to rock, because I was finally going to be not overweight or obese anymore. I was going to rock a bikini for the first time, since oh the hubs and I were dating.

It was going to be marvelous.

Then bammo! I'm talking to Mom and we start talking about monthly cycles and I start thinking.......Hmmmm, shouldn't mine have been here by now? Am I late? Crap, I hope I'm not late. Great now I have to run to the store. C R A P

So after this happened.

Which, coincidentally, is how I told my sister and the hubs. First words - Oh crap.

You see we weren't trying. Really was kind of rounding the "we're done with children" corner. Its never been easy for us to get pregnant. Its always taken work and then a lot of praying. This is my 6th pregnancy. Its my first pregnancy that's had a heartbeat without following a miscarriage. Its weird and took a bit of getting used to the fact that we're having another baby. We'd started donating all of our baby stuff. Like I said, we were rounding the corner.

So now all of my plans have changed. Obv I'm not dieting anymore, and I'm totally not eating as healthy as before, it is not my fault that Taco Bell makes me feel better, blame the baby. I'm also eating more, but luckily (?) the morning sickness was so bad that I did end up losing weight the first several weeks anyways. I've gained all of it back and then a pound or two, but I'm also trying to get back into my exercising.

Now that I'm feeling better again, its time to get this butt in gear and try and keep up exercising so I don't end up back where I was after small fry was born. Granted, I'm starting this pregnancy MUCH lighter than either of my other two pregnancies that went to term, but even still.....I am hoping not to have another heavy-weight baby like Devlin either. I gained a total of 17 pounds with Devlin, who was then slightly over 10 pounds, so really ending up only 7 pounds heavier than when I started was not bad. With Harrison it was better? I gained 6 pounds with him, and he ended up weighing 7 pounds, so right off the bat I was down a pound.

Not that I'm advocating anything here, but I'm going to be honest that I dislike being pregnant. From the fatigue, to the morning sickness and then a host of other fun things that all my mom-friends will commiserate with me on being pregnant sucks. There are cool parts. Feeling the baby move (at first, then it just becomes annoying), freaking out your husband or other children when the baby decides to roll over and them going WTH? Shopping for new baby is fun and nesting is fun, at least for me, but these first few months...No, thank you.

Oh here's a fun part about #3.....you show sooner. Joy. At least I can wear some of my fat clothes again and be completely comfortable while I chow down on my Taco Bell. Of course, I donated most of those clothes too. More shopping.

Well that's my post for today. Tomorrow I hit the gym again. I plan on going to the gym 3 days this week. I don't know what my plan is, but I imagine there'll be some jogging/walking on the treadmill and maybe I'll hit the weights. Don't know, but I'm going and that's half the battle.

See you guys later!

What Cardio Looks Like

So after I completed my first cardio 3-4 session, I decided  to show the hubs what I looked like.

Yep, its blurry cause my hands were shaking, and that's a whole lot of red and sweat. This is before abs, during the cool down. I got more sweaty in the after bloom of working out, but I really enjoyed the challenge of the cardio in 3-4.

I do not like the  push-ups in Sculpt 3-4. I'm still struggling with those. Push-up stands are in my future.

So that's my check-in. :)

Power 90: 3-4

Today, I started segment 3-4 of Power 90 and I'm kind of scared by the fact that my fears were almost spot on. Its longer (not a big deal), its harder (forgone conclusion), its going to  kill me with all of its push-ups and if that doesn't do me in then the squats will definitely be the trigger.

I don't know if I've mentioned before my loathing of push-ups, but I'm going to rehash that particular hang up. I DON'T LIKE THEM! I'm not very good at them, they make my lower back hurt (I know I should work on strengthening that too), I feel like my left elbow is going to dislocate after about 8 of them, which makes the max push-up segment TERRIBLE.

14 years ago, I was in a fairly bad car wreck and broke my left arm into a bunch of pieces about 1/2" above my elbow and right next to a nerve cluster. When my arm was set (a week after the wreck) my elbow was twisted and I lost some range of motion and fine motor control. Through PT and healing, I was eventually able to do everything I had done, but I had to relearn it. Shooting free throws after the accident hurt my elbow, so I had to learn  to shoot them so that my elbow didn't hurt and pop every time. For someone who loves to play basketball, this sucked. This also affects push-ups, which are the devil, and how much my elbow hates me after doing a few. I need to do some research about alternate push-up positions. I already do the knees down ones, but seriously, besides getting a brace for that elbow (it'll go nicely with my knee brace) I need to figure something out.

Anyways, yesterday I showed off some comparison pictures on the book of faces, so I figured I could share them here too. :)

I really didn't think there'd be that much of a change in 30 days, but I was wrong. I'm really excited about what the next 30 days bring, except for those darn push-ups.

Making you think

As I think over and review my journey so far, I am amazed at some of the transformations, and I'm not just talking about the physical ones. I'm talking about the changes that have occurred with my thinking and basic outlook.

It has become second nature to make healthier food choices. It has also come to pass that if I start to falter on my workout routine that I literally start feeling sluggish, even if its only been a few days. I've become an endorphin junky, but that's ok because I'm also happier more often and not just the I'm content happy, the I'm grinning for no reason happy.

People, even people I don't know but see on a semi-regular basis, have complimented and told me how much I've changed and it makes me feel wonderful but it also stirs up feelings of wanting to spread the wealth. I want the people I love to have this same euphoric feeling. So I start nudging and prodding and enticing some of them to exercise and make healthier choices.

It's not been an easy road. There has been resistance and some instances of strife, but on the whole I've managed to influence a few and its wonderful feeling! Their triumphs inspire me to keep going and to keep pushing. Their hesitation and trepidation inspire me to want to reassure them and cheer them and lift them up. Their lows enable me to help them see the changes that have already occurred and remind them why what they've already accomplished is so amazing.

By helping someone else, I'm only furthering my resolve and devotion to a healthier lifestyle. Now to say that when I come upon some insurmountable resistance I'm not taken down a few notches and angered by it would be a lie, but I have to remind myself that not everybody is ready to make this enormous change.

Looking back, the hardest thing to do was to drag myself to the understanding that I was unhappy with myself and the only person that could do anything about it was standing in the mirror. Once I got over my fear failing and committed myself to the gym I was paying; easing into the lifestyle was easy. I met new people and some of those people have become dear friends, respected teachers or fellow gym mates that sweat alongside you.

This weekend I was privileged enough to witness the first leaps of faith by none other than my mom. She attended her first Zumba class with me and despite being the "new" girl, she rocked the class with everything she had to give. She was tired and sweaty, but she accomplished something so amazing that I was on a high from her accomplishment.

There are not words for how proud and humbled I am by my mother. She has mapped out a plan, but more importantly she's accomplished that first terrifying step. It's not that walking 3 miles with me every Saturday is not an accomplishment, because it is, but more so that she got up in front of 30+ people and danced her way into a hot, sweaty mess and enjoyed it.

I am so excited for the future and what it holds for all of the people I hold dear but I have to say I'm a little more ecstatic about the changes I know some of them will see because of their decision to get active and get healthy.

1/6th done

Well yesterday was the halfway point of for Power 90 1-2 and I am completely stoked to get this segment done and move onto 3-4 because if I were truly honest with myself the segments have gotten kind of boring. They're still effective and kick my behind but I'm wanting something new. I feel like I need to bust out my iPod while working our with Mr. Horton because his commentary had gotten old.

Not that some of his comments don't still make me smirk or smile some secret smile because they remind me of the hubs , random singing does that.

Despite all of that, I decided to toot my own horn over the weekend and snap a pic of all my stars. Here they are do none of you feels left out.

Put a fork in it!

Well I  finished the first week of Power 90, and while I'm sore, its a good sore. You know, the kind of sore that means you've been working muscles you didn't know you had and the kind of sore that means you're accomplishing it something. 

I'm already feeling better. My stamina is returning  and I'm feeling the familiar and missed endorphine rush. I really have missed my endorphines. 

In other news, I'm so proud of my mom, because she's been working on getting healthy too!!! She and I have been walking 3 miles every Saturday morning for a while. Only recently we've started timing ourselves, and we've kept up a good pace. She's been keeping pace with me and pushing herself and I'm SO PROUD OF HER!!!! 

Well that's my update.