In the realm of working out, I'm truly un-motivated to do so if my goal is weight loss (or otherwise body improvement).
The past three days have had me feeling completely exhausted. Like unreasonably so...well, maybe not unreasonably for someone growing a little human, but otherwise, COME ON! How much sleep does a person need already?
In that way, I'm looking forward to the second trimester...but not to rush things along. We need as much time as possible to prepare.
What was I talking about?
Oh yes...apparently, getting pregnant creates a collander out of your brain. Only some things stick, everything else simply washes through. It's an odd and sometimes frustrating sensation.
Oh yes, on working out. So, I haven't worked out at all the past three days. Yesterday I took Lucy on a fairly long walk with me to get my nails done in the evening, but since her walk-speed is so slow (it's practically backwards), I wouldn't consider that much exercise.
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| Lucy...thinking of walking |
This evening I went down to the gym...more because I hadn't done anything, than because I wanted to. After walking on a 7% incline on the treadmill for 20 minutes, I proceeded to do weight lifting - chest, back, legs, biceps and triceps. Then I climbed the 16 floors to my condo, and took Lucy for another "speed" walk. Speed = 1.0 MPH (if that).
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| Lucy...doing her favorite thing. Chillin' like a greyhound Villain! |
While working out, I was appreciating that I was doing something that was healthy for my body, that was making my body solid and strong, both for every day and for the time when I'll be bringing that little human into the world.
When I've done Bikram Yoga (which I loved and hated all at the same time), the thing that made me love it was that I felt like I had done something really healthy for myself...almost like a gift. Kinda weird!
Anyway, that's all for now. Just some random ramblings to document what's going on in this noodle of mine.
Peace out.
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