First of all, and foremost on my mind tonight, is that Aunt Flo has finally decided to grace me with her presence. Now, in the past I have really complained, with reason too, about my monthly period. Not this time. This is the first period I will have started since my miscarriage. My body is finally getting back on track so for now I am appreciative of the back pain, bloating, and cramps. This is hope. This is what I cling to.
Back on the trying to conceive crazy train though. Eric and I have decided that since none of the drugs I was on prevented the miscarriage that I won't be going back on them. Maybe I said that in a previous post already? It's late -- sue me. The only drug I might get back on is the Metformin. I liked how it allowed me to lose some weight and I didn't crave sweets.
On that line of thinking -- weight loss, appetite -- I have finally decided to get off my butt and do something about my weight gain. Eric and I just started P90 X Insanity. It is BRU-TAL! As I type this, my arms and chest (or..pectorals and triceps, if you will) are aching and complaining. I find that wonderful. I have done three of the workouts. One of which I have finished. Now, now. Don't judge. Do one of these workouts, even if you don't have a weight problem, and I challenge you to finish the entire thing! Anyway, enough of my defensive writing. I am doing this! Going to lose all this weight. And since I am doing this before I am pregnant -- I get to do it while I am pregnant too.
All my workouts so far are heavily modified. I can't do the stretches, or lunges, or push ups, or whatever you want to call all those other torture..umm I mean, most worthwhile exercises. If I can do the amount of reps the instructor shouts out I certainly cannot jump as high or jog as fast. Or if I cannot manage the reps I can at least do what I can do a little faster or with "more power". More POWER!! Is shouted ad nauseaum in these workout clips. A confession: I have feelings for this instructor. Deep and sincere. Akin to hatred.
Quite possibly I might love him when I start seeing my body change back into what I think is acceptable for myself. I'll let you know of course.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot. My boobs. No, that didn't sound quite right. I mean I have something to say about them (not that they don't speak for themselves). I have found I need a good solid contraption in which to trust them while I strive for "MORE POWER!!" as I exercise. I have two sports bras, only one of which I can find right now..but I digress. So the first workout was ok, not too much jumping around. But the second one hmm how do I describe this? You know the sound of quickly peeling tape off something? Ok, thats exactly the sound I expected to hear during this workout. I thought my boobs were going to give up and leave. Thats what it looked like too -- they were trying to escape!! I swear they were.
After doing a lot of research I decided that I need a couple really good sports bras. Second, they are too expensive right now. My solution? Wear a regular good fitting bra under the compression sports bra I already have. Viola! Issue solved. Thanks to several ladies on Facebook who recommended that remedy.
I won't say on here how much weight I am trying to lose. Most of you who know me in persona already have a good idea. But I will say what I have lost as I start to see progress. I am really excited about feeling better, being more healthy, looking better and being a better example for Hannah.
Hannah starts Pre-school this week! I am so proud and so excited. More on that later :)