I should be half ashamed to admit this, but tonight was the first time I’ve worked out since C was born. Yes, I’ve gone for walks with my daughter, but to be fair, they were more like casual strolls. I was lucky to lose the baby weight thanks to adjusting to life with a baby and being too busy to eat.
Now wait. In case you were starting to think, “shut up, asshole” and close your internet down; don’t. Just because the number on the scale was the same as before getting knocked up, doesn’t mean my clothes fit right. I’m not really one to talk much about body image, but let’s just say that one too many times of having to unbutton my pants when I sat down finally motivated me to find time to work out.
Which I started tonight. I spent 30 minutes on the treadmill after C went to bed. A combination of walking, inclines and running. First of all, it felt AWESOME to turn up the iPod and turn out the voices in my head. The running to do list that goes something like write the case study, submit the ad, order a water heater, send that baby gift to Kim, throw something in the crock pot for dinner tomorrow night, ask Craig if he’s going to that reception on Thursday, and on… and on.. and on. With the iPod turned up all I heard was the music and the pounding of my feet on the treadmill. There was sound, there was rythym, there was music. But the noise? It was gone.
And I remembered why I used to actually look forward to working out. Crazy talk, I know. Because while my legs felt heavy and my chest tight and finding the motivation to do this again probably won’t come easy, it felt great.
Now. What all of you exercise people who write about these happy endorphins and fitting into you prepregnacy clothes don’t write about? I also spent 30 minutes trying not to pee my pants. I can only assume this is another side effect of pregnancy and labor. Or at least, I hope.
Seriously, it’s not just me, right? And, it goes away? Please?
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You rock! And my favorite part about running is when I’m not thinking about running, but rather the beat of the music or the sound of my feet on the pavement. You will start to feel better, keep doing it and I promise it gets easier!
Hahaha – you are singing my song! You have to know that my first day on the 30 day shred as I was doing jumping jacks I kept thinking “I’m gonna pee my pants, I’m gonna pee my pants!” Seriously, I do think it’s the whole giving birth and the torture our bodies go through, but for me it hasn’t gotten better … YET. But after a couple of weeks, I can tell you that the exercise is making me feel soooo much better. So I say turn up the music and slap a pad in those undies in case you trickle
Way to get back at it!
Yesterday I made the comment, “I think I’m allergic to running,” because every single time I try to run outside I can’t last for more than 3 minutes and my allergies kick into high gear and I sneeze for the rest of the day.
Her response? “Marianne, I think you’re allergic to working out. Period.”
That’s just how much I loathe it.
But I’m so happy for you, that you felt so GOOD doing it and you were able to escape the craziness of the life. Maybe try some Kegel exercises to help with the urges to pee.
That really makes me look forward to pregnancy and childbirth… not. LOL
I was doing Baby Boot Camp and had a similar issue. I noticed it much more with any jumping I did (specifically jumping jacks). Someone told me that if you land with one foot then the other it is supposed to help keep things in.
I had to quit boot camp right after they told me this (so my son could have a consistent morning nap) and so I never tried it. I do know that kegels will help get things back into shape there (and until then a panty liner does the trick).
Oh the lovely weakened pelvic floor muscles. It’s been 9 months and I am still snarting (farting when I sneeze). I’m getting really tired of clenching my butt cheeks together whenever I feel a sneeze coming on. And every time I laugh too hard and a little pee comes out I just think about how thankful I am that its better than the first few weeks. Kegels here I come!
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