Weight a Minute ...
"Larry Bird, I'm hot on your heels ..."
I actually said this. Under my breath, of course, and no one could hear me, but I still said it out loud. And I meant it. Last night was my first night back at the gym - for real - since BSparl was born. I've been exercising since her birth, but avoiding any weight training or true exertion for several reasons:
- The c-section made me feel ... tender. That scar, so low on my abdomen, felt strange and a little uncomfortable at times, and I feel like it took a long time to heal. I favored it because I was afraid to put too much strain on it. (In my mind, I had this awful image of the wound giving way and my belly contents spilling out. Only I never pictured MY belly contents. Instead, I always pictured the stomach of a great white shark, so like a bucket, a tire, and a license plate would spill out.) That, and trying to do any kind of abdominal exercise those first few weeks post-surgery were comical attempts. I would lie on the ground, try to sit up, and nothing would happen. Tumbleweeds would roll by. Good times.
- Wrist issues also impeded my workouts. Before I was pregnant, I had tendinitis that kept me from doing a proper weight workout, but after the pregnancy, that mommy-induced De Quervain's tenosynovitis hit hard and had me in physical therapy for weeks. And that pain is still in play. So lifting anything has been a struggle, and doing free weight workouts hurts my hands. (Wah wah, I know. But this issue isn't going away, and I'm pissed!)
- Lastly, scheduling made things tough as well. With our work schedules and deadlines and baby needs and moving into our new place and construction and holidays ... and on and on, it's been hard for me to work in a workout. I know "you have to make time," but for everyone who tells me that, I want to punch them (politely) in the face. Finding the time, and then finding the energy, has been a struggle.
Excuses, excuses, right? But this week, my friends and I booked a trip to a warm and tropical location for a vacation at the end of March, and I'd very much like to enjoy how I feel and look by the time that trip rolls around. So last night, I was back at the gym and finally returned to the weight room. Even if I can't handle free weights at this time (thank you, evil wrists), I can do leg exercises. And I can tone up by using my own body weight as resistance. Even with the excuse-laden hurdles I want to blame my laziness on, there are things I can do to get back into better shape. I just have to do them.
Now I have a goal, and it's not so ambitious that I will burn out in a week. My goal isn't to weigh a certain amount or hit the gym X number of times. It's totally emotional. I just want to put on a bathing suit, and to feel decent in it. I want to feel a bit healthier, a lot stronger, and a little less flumpy.
And with the promise of palm trees and white sand on the horizon, I've found some incentive. :)