It’s the end of the week. I can barely move from being so sore. It’s a good sore, the kind you get from working out. I think I might have overdone it on leg day, though. But I feel as if I have a lot to be proud of. I made it through week one, and I thought I’d update everyone on the best and worst moments of the week. Also, there was a pretty funny moment I think other breastfeeding moms can relate to.
For starters, my anxiety over bringing my son to daycare was – of course – completely unfounded. He did absolutely phenomenal. As a matter of fact, he even seemed to enjoy interacting with the other children in the kid’s club. I did check on him a couple times the first day, just to be sure, but ultimately, I was able to make it through my workouts without going to the daycare center a bunch of times.
I think the worst part about the week was being horrible about my diet. I sincerely have trouble eating only healthy foods. I like pizza and beer and mac n’ cheese. I am not ashamed. That does put a wrinkle into the weight loss aspect of trying to get back into shape. At least, into an appealing shape.
My funniest moment by far was also the most painful moment (physically). I was doing push ups and of course, my breasts were full of milk. I hadn’t done push ups in oh, I don’t know, seven months? I got maybe two in before my arms just gave out and I collapsed onto my chest. Collapsing onto full breasts? It hurts. It really hurts. I’m actually grateful they can’t burst like water balloons, because I’m pretty sure they would have if they were more fragile. That would have been hard to explain. And also incredibly embarrassing.
One of the other low points was not getting in quite as much cardio as I wanted to. As a matter of fact, my legs hurt so much the second day of cardio that I actually couldn’t finish my time on the bike. Instead of fifteen minutes, I could only manage seven and a half before throwing in the towel. Realistically, I knew I needed to be able to function to clean my house that afternoon. Mentally, I was ashamed that on day two I couldn’t finish a lousy fifteen minutes on the bike.
At the end of the day, there were some pretty funny moments and some pretty crappy ones. I might have fallen off the wagon a bit here or there, but I did lose three pounds. I did get in a full body workout over the five weekdays, and I did survive putting my son in daycare. Impressively, I did it without hovering over the daycare employees at all times. It might be easy for some people, but for me, that’s a huge victory. So today, I celebrate those victories by being unable to move without excruciating leg soreness. And probably by having a beer.
I hope there are other mamas out there who read this and are inspired to keep trying, or maybe start trying. And I hope there are those who read this and feel not alone in their struggles to keep working toward their goals. Let me know if you’re out there, share your struggles with me! I’d love to give you an ear to chat or a shoulder to vent on.
– Monster Mama