I had my Dear Husband capture my first post-baby workout moves on camera for me. This is what I got:
Then after I gave him The Look, he took some more sensible ones:
What you see here is that I’ve been very unmotivated to de-decorate from Christmas.
What you DON’T see here is that my pride is crushed a little. Despite mentally preparing myself for this workout and reminding myself that an entire year of being out of shape has taken its toll, it still killed me. Several times throughout the workout, I caught myself thinking, How the eff did I used to run half marathons? And bike 20+ miles? And do a real situp? What if I am unable to work back up to that?
Then my pride was ultimately crushed when I had to do a….GIRL PUSHUP. GASP.
Okay, so there’s nothing wrong with the modified version of a pushup, but again, the ego thing got in my way. I used to have the upper body strength to crank out 3 sets of 5 chin ups/wrestle a rhino.
And then the jiggle. Oh God, I felt every single cell jiggling away. Following the workout, I zoomed over to the computer to order some ultra supportive sports bras.
I am at Ground Zero, people. In a way, I’m excited because this is a blank slate I can build on and see exactly how far I can push myself from the bottom up.
What you DON’T see here is that my pride is crushed a little. Despite mentally preparing myself for this workout and reminding myself that an entire year of being out of shape has taken its toll, it still killed me. Several times throughout the workout, I caught myself thinking, How the eff did I used to run half marathons? And bike 20+ miles? And do a real situp? What if I am unable to work back up to that?
Then my pride was ultimately crushed when I had to do a….GIRL PUSHUP. GASP.
Okay, so there’s nothing wrong with the modified version of a pushup, but again, the ego thing got in my way. I used to have the upper body strength to crank out 3 sets of 5 chin ups/wrestle a rhino.
And then the jiggle. Oh God, I felt every single cell jiggling away. Following the workout, I zoomed over to the computer to order some ultra supportive sports bras.
I am at Ground Zero, people. In a way, I’m excited because this is a blank slate I can build on and see exactly how far I can push myself from the bottom up.
Selfie Alert! Sweaty me and my date, Shaun T. We will be getting very reacquainted over the next several weeks.