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| This is what I plan on looking like while I work out. |
It has occurred
to me that I can’t get back my pre-baby body by sitting on my behind. It seems,
sigh, I must actually get off my ass
in order to do something about my
ass. Thus, I have begun a workout regimen via YouTube. I found an AWESOME channel. It’s called FitnessBlender.
There are tons of videos to choose from. I have done the Brazilian buttocks workout and am really feeling (not seeing, yet) the effects.
I really like the idea of being able to work out in the privacy of my own home. There is nothing more humiliating than going to the gym out of shape and having an audience. While I'm sure there isn't actually an audience because people are there to get there badunks from flab to fab as well, I still can't help but think all eyes are on me. More importantly, I can cry from "the burn" without people pointing and laughing. Even MORE importantly, I can do these workouts in between Asher's naps. Nothing like a productive nap time!
I really like the idea of being able to work out in the privacy of my own home. There is nothing more humiliating than going to the gym out of shape and having an audience. While I'm sure there isn't actually an audience because people are there to get there badunks from flab to fab as well, I still can't help but think all eyes are on me. More importantly, I can cry from "the burn" without people pointing and laughing. Even MORE importantly, I can do these workouts in between Asher's naps. Nothing like a productive nap time!
I decided to
post about this because I feel like I need to be held accountable for my
decision to get into shape. I am a habitual say-I’m-gonna kind of person. My
follow through in the past has been for shit, but I feel like I’ve started a
new chapter of my life. I had a baby. He killed my body (and my tailbone). I
must get it back and better than it was before.
You may be
wondering what lit a fire under my (not as perky as it used to be) ass. Well, I
went shopping for some jeans. This journey to find jeans to fit my in-between-sizes
body nearly had me in tears because while I’m close to my pre-baby weight, my
body is FAR from its original shape. That’s because I have lost muscle tone and
replaced it with chunk (sounds nicer than fat). You can imagine the deflation of
my pride. I felt like crap inside that stupid dressing room staring at myself
in that evil mirror.
After ten
tries and probably three sizes, I couldn’t get a single pair over my ass. My
ego’s chunky derriere had been kicked, and it was time for change, dammit.
So, it begins.
My road to a rockin’ Mom bod!
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