This is the longest I have ever gone without blogging. I have missed it so much. Between teaching an online class, two face to face classes and attempting to raise two smart, witty, socially acceptable and generally well rounded children, I have just had no time.
In the beginning of October I starting taking a boot camp class at the gym. I am the fattest person in this class. I am okay with this because I am also the only one who delivered a little baby bundle mere months ago. I run the slowest, take the most breaks and have the least amount of helpful healthy cooking hints to disperse to my fellow boot campers.
There are 8 women in the class with me and half of them have taken this boot camp twice before, meaning this is their third time doing this bootcamp. Third time. Who has that money (it's $250 past the gym membership) and time?
It is suppose to start at 10:30a.m. and run until 11:30. These times seem to be simple suggestions to the two trainers running the camp. I have an infant who I am trying desperately to get on a napping and eating schedule. I need to be on. time.
The class will be over at the day after Halloween. We will have to weigh in and get measured. We also have to run a mile, do as many push ups as we can in a minute, then sit ups. Hold the plank position for as long as we can and do this chairless sit thing for an unspecified amount of time.
On the first day of camp we had to do all these things too and on November 1 we will compare our before and after results. Thankfully, I set the bar pretty low for myself. I couldn't help but improve on my times and crunches by the end of an 8 week hellish bootcamp.
You're welcome self.
The other ladies keep saying to me, "Ohhh, You will probably see the most changes!" Yea, um, I know what you are saying there missy and I don't appreciate it.
I am able to put on clothes that did not fit 3 months ago. I am getting closer and closer to my pre-pregnancy weight.
I am learning to love my body though.
This body carried both of my children and endured two c-sections.
My body ran a 10K and the first leg of a marathon during the beginning weeks of pregnancy.
This body runs despite the aches, pains and shortness of breath. I have a sore right calf, but my body keeps pushing.
Despite slightly saggy triceps, these arms hug the ones I love.
I am able to play chase with Parker and roll on the floor with Peyton.
My finger holds the rings Josh gave me sealing our future together.
I may not always like the way my body looks, but I love what it is capable of. This is what I chant in my head when my jeans don't. quite. fit.