However, I'm incredibly sick of people judging me because I didn't gain and not lose the baby weight. I'm just fed up with those people that slough off my hard work and dedication so they can make excuses for themselves. I'm annoyed with those that crab to me about how easy it must have been for me to bounce back and how lucky I am to have good genes. I do have a great start, but, DAMN IT, I worked my ass off (literally) after both pregnancies to get my body back. I still have to work incredibly hard to maintain. It was very important for me to feel like ME afterwards. Plus, I'm a marathon runner. I have a lot of patient dedication as a result. I have resolve, I make a commitment, and I don't waiver (which can sometimes be slightly annoying to the people around me...but take it or leave it...it's who I am).
When I say I worked really hard, I mean, I was consistent, a bit manic and regimented, from the very beginning. I worked out my entire pregnancy (both times). With T I ran until 32 weeks, with B it was 35. I was walking on the treadmill at an incline of 10 the day before I had B. I was that crazy pregnant woman getting the bad looks from the older crowd, the "she's crazy" faces as I lifted weights 9 months pregnant. I didn't care. I wanted to lay down and give up so many times, but I kept going, because I'm a stubborn, type A, workaholic that wouldn't take no for an answer. Screw you body, you can do this...so do it.
I didn't just ::poof:: return to my original size and shape. Not even close. Those skinny jeans took months to even get over my hips. I made getting back to the old me a huge priority. I went for a run just 2 weeks after having a vaginal birth with T. I was back in the gym 9 days after having B, even starting P90X shortly after. Today, as exhausted (understatement of the year) as I am as a working mother of two, I MAKE myself find the time. I pick a weekly schedule and I do my very best to stick to it. I get up at 4am 2-3 times per week to run. I drag myself onto the treadmill 2 times a week AFTER the kids go to bed, dead tired, frequently begging myself to just blow it off today. I get up on my Saturday mornings, while the rest of the family snuggles in bed, to religiously attend my spin class. I spend the day of rest (Sunday) working out at least a hour. I work my fricking ass off! It DOESN'T come easily to me. I'm so sick of people making excuses for themselves by throwing me under the bus. I have worked hard, and will have to continue to work hard, to get back and maintain.
So...don't be jealous of me. There is nothing to be jealous of. I'm a crazy, manic, regimented workaholic with an endorphin addiction that I just can't kick. Do I sometimes wish I gave myself some slack? Probably. But will I change? Probably not. It's because I work hard...that's why.
This is my HS friend, a fitness guru, and her new pregnancy fitness DVDs! Shameless plug for Sara! (and yes, she was actually pregnant and looking THAT good!)
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