I love it when you start to workout - you go straight to the scale for proof - like two classes will suddenly shave off 10lbs (don't I wish). It didn't but I actually feel better about myself and I am wondering where all the "what have you been doing you look amazing" comments are... must be patient.
My last class was a 90 min Hot Yoga class. Like the class and the challenge... however I am not sure about the teacher (I think he thought I was stupid) he was a bit rough (not friendly at the front desk) and of course I made it all about me and how I didn't fit in... silly I know. He however was a good teacher and explain things really well...maybe just has to work on his customer service.
Anywho - I am now a member and who knows maybe I will start eating healthy and give up my my Mt. Dew for breakfast - highly doubtful.
I haven't decided yet if I will use this blog for good or evil, maybe a little of both...but I am sure it will have stories that I might embellish a bit...household adventures that my husband and I wrongly think we can undertake and few rants about my husband planning to name our new baby Guillermo...sigh.
April 18, 2010
April 16, 2010
Sooo I realized that I had very little to say
and so I stopped blogging - like I really started let's be honest. Oh well, here I am again. I have started something new. Yoga. Seriously. I was on this kick of not working out and trying to lose the baby weight...since it seemed to be working. The less I did the less I weighed. Amazing I know...till I looked at my ass and realized it was sagging... you may think this is a moment where I am exaggerating but it was. Then my cousin comes in with her cute pre-baby body all adorable and I was my bitter self and asked what she was doing. Corepower Yoga. She loved it and wanted to take advantage of me by taking me to a class, which by the way she gets a $5 credit by doing so...
Of course I wore like 3 layers of clothing to hide my kangaroo pouch (that is what I am calling my extra skin that did not magically snap back into place like all the Hollywood moms that have a plastic surgeon waiting in the birthing room). I went to the sculpt class, a heated room, hybrid arobic/yoga class...not the Hhhhmmmmm kind of yoga class (or is that meditation?). Anywhoo, got my ass handed to me, and I kind of liked it.
However, the class was full of the skinny older women with huge (overly perky) boobies. Or else, young girls with pre-baby (perky) boobies. There was money in that room lets just be honest.
I then decided maybe to try other classes... and I found the Hot Fusion Yoga (Hot Yoga with a fancy name). I love it...I think I may even shed one of my layers here soon. But lets not kid ourselves quite yet, my kangaroo pouch is far from gone. But I can feel myself becoming more flexible - I don't want to kill my husband when I get home (he thinks this is a plus) and in all honesty, it is "me" time. We all need "me" time.
I am not going to pretend to be the convert who is going to start eating oats and grass for breakfast, I didn't start these classes to find my inner- self, I know who I am and how strong I am and yada yada yada - I am a sarcastic shit- who sees things how they are. I am a mom with a kangaroo pouch who is desperate to feel pretty again.
I am sure there are moms out there who would say "you created a miracle...be proud of the scars etc." but it is more than that. It is more than that - it is my own identity which I plan to keep intact and not morph into someone who lives through my child but lives with my child.
Wow... when did I get on to the soap box?!?! Getting down now.... anywho I thought I would start posting about my experiences and observations and see how that goes...
Of course I wore like 3 layers of clothing to hide my kangaroo pouch (that is what I am calling my extra skin that did not magically snap back into place like all the Hollywood moms that have a plastic surgeon waiting in the birthing room). I went to the sculpt class, a heated room, hybrid arobic/yoga class...not the Hhhhmmmmm kind of yoga class (or is that meditation?). Anywhoo, got my ass handed to me, and I kind of liked it.
However, the class was full of the skinny older women with huge (overly perky) boobies. Or else, young girls with pre-baby (perky) boobies. There was money in that room lets just be honest.
I then decided maybe to try other classes... and I found the Hot Fusion Yoga (Hot Yoga with a fancy name). I love it...I think I may even shed one of my layers here soon. But lets not kid ourselves quite yet, my kangaroo pouch is far from gone. But I can feel myself becoming more flexible - I don't want to kill my husband when I get home (he thinks this is a plus) and in all honesty, it is "me" time. We all need "me" time.
I am not going to pretend to be the convert who is going to start eating oats and grass for breakfast, I didn't start these classes to find my inner- self, I know who I am and how strong I am and yada yada yada - I am a sarcastic shit- who sees things how they are. I am a mom with a kangaroo pouch who is desperate to feel pretty again.
I am sure there are moms out there who would say "you created a miracle...be proud of the scars etc." but it is more than that. It is more than that - it is my own identity which I plan to keep intact and not morph into someone who lives through my child but lives with my child.
Wow... when did I get on to the soap box?!?! Getting down now.... anywho I thought I would start posting about my experiences and observations and see how that goes...
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