It’s been two months since I last wrote—an unintentional absence. I left you with my newfound determination to re-commit to my exercise routine, and all started out well. Was on a residency in sunny Australia, where my personal trainer friend offered a few free sessions. I had resolve! New sports bras! I was going to kick ass until I had six-pack abs!
I started by jogging around a beautiful lake in sunny Perth, and after two weeks of consistent workouts, I was… in worse shape than when I started. Unusually ravished, I was eating far more than I typically do. I started craving sugar in ways I’ve never craved it before—not just, say, eating frosting by the spoonful, but I was having weird cravings. Like, I’d put on suntan lotion and think “Ohhh, it looks like frosting” and I’d kinda want to eat it. HELLO.
There I was—plodding along my jogging path wondering why the hell I’m huffing more than I had when I first started. Shouldn’t this be getting easier? I caught glimpse of myself in a store window, and dear JEZUZ is that a MUFFIN TOP? What the hell? And why are my freaking boobs killing me? I’m wearing TWO sports bras for God’s sake WHAT IS GOING ON.
I imagine that some of the mommas reading this right now are one step ahead of me at this point. Pregnancy is what’s up and OMG, that was fast. So it wasn’t a total shock, but I was braced for the whole thing to take a while. It took two days, which was a happy, happy surprise.
With 10 days abroad left to go, I told my husband over Skype. My personal trainer friend was the first one to know in person, and he quickly went about the business of upgrading my vitamins and teaching me all about pregnancy workouts.
I wasn’t feeling well–the hormones, the weirdness, digestive insanity. I made it to a few yoga classes, and did my best to walk around a lake a day (about 3 miles) but decided that for now, growing a baby was enough work for me.
I feel MUCH better now. At nearly 18 weeks, I can feel the little bean swimming around in there, thumping my belly like a popcorn popper. And it’s time to get fit. I’m pregnant. I’ve been eating ice cream daily for three months. And I’m totally out of shape. But I want to start getting healthy again.
I’ve never been pregnant before, and other than reading up on what’s safe and what isn’t, I’m not sure where to begin, so today I walked around the lake by my house, and that’s a start. I just read Amanda’s post on water aerobics, so there’s an idea, but if any of you, moms or not, have suggestions, please leave a comment.