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Honestly, I have to tell you. I haven’t been regular at the gym, any gym, in over 2 years. Initially, there was a bit of distance/time issue. Then there was a pregnancy/work excuse. After that, I don’t know. Either way, I’m here to say that I’m back at the gym.
Hun and I both signed a membership agreement a couple weeks ago. We weren’t able to go the first week as we were heading out of town and Baby Boy and I had just returned, so there was much to do. Last week, I went only once. Not for any particular reason either. So, I told myself that I wasn’t going to just have another gym membership on paper.
Besides, I’ll never feel quite right about myself and my body again if I don’t get back to it. Now, this isn’t to say that I’ll be happy with my body, just that I can (hopefully) gain more acceptance of it. To hear Hun tell it, there’s nothing wrong. To hear me tell it, for all the years of my life, there’s always improvement to be made. That’s the perpetual perfectionist in me.
Nonetheless, I don’t have many delightful or pleasant choices about the gym this time around. I won’t be going just for me. What I mean is, I’m not going just to be fit, with attractiveness as a side-goal.
I would like to lose some weight. But it’s not so much the weight as the inches and the flab. My baby pouch is my biggest struggle and so I’d like to see it change more. If I had to say I was unhappy about any part of my body these days, it’d be my baby pouch.
I do have pride in it, just not a lot. I have no confidence when it comes to my pouch. I have no love for the pouch. I recognize that it will likely never go away. I do hope that it tones up and looks better though. I’d like not to look perpetually 3 months pregnant before we’re pregnant again….
I figured what better way to be even more accountable to myself than to publish a post each week outlining where I’m at in this gym/fitness thing. So, every Friday I’ll post my weight, what I’ve done at the gym that week, how often I’ve gone, the way I’ve progressed in the endurance/stamina/strength department, and how I’m feeling overall about myself and the gym.
Weight: 153.4. That’s down from 155.4 a couple weeks ago. No specific diet changes.
Activities: 1 circuit training class, 1 45min cardio incline speed walk, beginning self-taught Pilates & planks, 1 free weight leg session, 1 full body free weight/equipment routine
Attendance: 5 days, counting this evening. Baby Boy tagged along each day and hung out in the complimentary Kid Kare.
Overall Progress: 5 days is what used to be normal for me. Each day I’ve been there no less than an hour. Free weights haven’t been more than 10lbs (for legs) and I haven’t pushed myself too hard. I took a rest when I needed to and didn’t guilt myself much at my lack of strength, stamina, or endurance. I listened to my body.
Personal Thoughts and Feelings: I feel good about what I’ve done this week. I have allowed myself to take it slow and to (mostly) not compare myself to others. I’m proud of sticking with it all week and I’m beginning to remember how it feels to workout.
Next week I’m going to put myself on a workout plan/routine at the beginner’s level where I need to. I’ll keep at the Pilates, since I’ve always enjoyed how it cools/relaxed me some, while also working on my core and stretching.