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.
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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."
Showering you with unicorn poop so you'd always stay magical! Heart heart!