I'm not gonna lie guys...when I got pregnant with Riley, all exercise went out the window. I had always envisioned myself as one of those badass Crossfit moms, lifting a small rhinoceros over their heads while sporting a 7 month pregnancy bump. Spoiler alert: that was not me. The only thing I was struggling to lift above my head was my maternity bra.
I was too sick most of the time to do much other than work my 9-5 and crash on the couch immediately afterwards. By the time I was feeling better, the most activity I got around to doing was taking walks around Fort Benning. Which always ironically ended with me getting a milkshake from the Shopette. But hey, I EARNED it.
About two months before Greg got home from deployment, I decided I needed to cut the excuses and get into a routine once and for all. I talked to some of my closest friends and we decided to commit to something together. We made a Facebook group so we could all communicate, we picked a start date, and we got to work. I should mention that when I say "communicate" it meant me mostly complaining and them saying encouraging things.
We carried on this way and, for the first time in almost two years, I started working out consistently! Something about checking in with my friends and suffering together made all the difference. Literally, that's the name of our group - "Let's Suffer Together."
We posted lots of selfies. And of course I will only share the gross, sweaty ones of myself because I'm a good friend ;)
When we got back to Kansas, Greg & I joined a nearby gym that has childcare, and I started going during the day. It was a *bit* of an adjustment getting Riley to not scream her head off when I left her for an hour. It was mostly an adjustment when Greg was there and he went back to check on her every five minutes. Luckily, we all got used to it and came to love going there.
And taking lots of selfies, of course. Because what other reason do you have to workout?
One fine Monday morning, I was starting to set up in the usual room when a bunch of women piled in and also started setting up. It was then that my genius self realized I had basically stumbled into a class. I almost left, but I thought, "what the hell" and decided to stay. I asked a few women what kind of class it was, and what they described was right up my alley.
So, I stayed. And, I LOVED it. I was warned that the usual trainer was currently out for the summer, but I should prepare myself for when she got back. I naively thought, "How much harder can it get?" Holy moly was in for it. When Stacey - the trainer they were talking about - got back, it was GAME TIME! She seriously strikes the perfect balance of encouragement and torture, and I am addicted! The icing on the cake is the wonderful ladies who I get to workout alongside with.
**I'm also learning that Depends are invaluable because jumping jacks after childbirth = no joke.