Since my baby has turned one 2 weeks ago, I no longer have a reason to not exercise or lose the 60lbs (yes, 60 lbs) I gained during pregnancy. I can no longer say that I need to wait a year or else I might suffer from relapse. I can no longer say that I'll work out when baby turns one.
He is already ONE. To be exact, one year and two weeks old.
So I don my Nike workout clothes and realize, ooopss! It won't fit. Dang! So I put on my hubby's shirt and jogging pants and decide to do Tae Bo. See, I love Tae Bo. It's one of the easiest work out program I've ever had and it was effective since I was able to maintain a 26 inch waistline before.
Now there's the keyword. BEFORE. Now, after 3 minutes of boxing and jumping around, I find myself wheezing and huffing and puffing. Not a pretty sight to look at. A big blob in a scrunchie huffing and puffing like there's no tomorrow.
I wanted to die. As my friend said, it's my body's way of punishing me for not taking care of it the past 2 years. Argh!
But I must forge ahead and work out. I know I can do this. I just need to set my mind to it. Till I am able to do so, excuse me while pant and wheeze.