Dear Zumba, I love you.
Truly, I’m obsessed. In fact, I won’t go to the gym lately unless it’s for class. That one hour literally blows my mind. I totally forget about everything except what my arms, legs, hips and shoulders are doing. And they’re working. Continue reading “Ode to Zumba”
I don’t know about you, but every breakup I’ve ever experienced has been downright agonizing.
I remember after one particularly hard breakup freshman year of college, my ex — who was a year ahead of me– decided two and a half years later to cleanse his soul the semester before he graduated … throwing me for a complete loop and giving me false hope that maybe we’d reconnect. We did not … it was awful, and I drowned my sorrows in a bottle of Malibu.
Fortunately, I met my now-husband the following fall … but to this day, I have not been able to drink Malibu since. Which is probably a good thing. Continue reading “Me & Gym … we’ve been on a break … <>”
I recently got a stand-up workstation and I have to say, I love it!
As I tend to get bored in one position, what makes this workstation so awesome is I can raise it and stand OR lower it and sit, depending on my mood and circumstances. Which comes in handy when I’m eating breakfast, writing notes, or just need to give my feet a break. Continue reading “Stand-Up Workstation Review”
I knew that if I tweeted about planning my morning workout last night, that I’d have no choice but to DO IT. I don’t know why it made me feel so accountable, but it did.
Though I see the value in them, I don’t plan to become one of those people who has a fitness tracker app that posts to Facebook or Twitter — and I won’t be detailing my workouts for the world to see. But today I was really proud of myself for doing it … and keeping myself accountable in the process. Continue reading “Keeping Myself Accountable”
I took up running in high school, but never loved it enough to make it my primary form of exercise. For me, it was more of a coping mechanism than anything else; long before my disordered days, it was a way to pound the day away, clear my head, get an all-natural high.
I enjoyed it once I got going, but often dreaded the lead-up to a run. And so aside from some running spurts each fall and spring, I never really got into it. I admired my friends who run marathons and half-marathons and 10Ks and 5Ks, but never had any desire to challenge myself in that way. Continue reading “First Post-Baby Run”
Once I was given the green light to exercise at my six-week post-partum check-up, I was ready and rarin’ to go.
I would bring Maya to the gym and put her in the daycare there for 45-60 minutes while I busted my butt on the Precor. I went during her nap time so as not to disrupt her schedule too much, and all was well in the world. Maya napped, Mama got her sweat on. I assumed when I went back to work, I’d figure out what the best time is for me to work out and thought 5:30 AM (when the gym opens) sounded good.
Then I went back to work yesterday and realized that it was slightly delusional to think I’d be able to get up and to the gym at 5:30. Why? Not because I’m too tired or lazy, but because it takes from 5:30-7:30 to get out the door!!!
It comes down to this: I need a few more hours in my day … preferably of the early morning variety. Continue reading “Can I Have Two More Hours, PLEASE?!”
Boo-yea, I’ve still got it!
Sure, I’m not in the same shape I was in pre-pregnancy, and I’m definitely carrying extra weight at the moment but holy hell, I’ve still got it!
Today I got the green light to exercise at my 6-week check-up (and was told my scar is healing perfectly! YAY!). As soon as my husband got home from work, I booked it to the gym. I did a half hour on the Precor with arms and from the moment I stepped on the machine, I felt “home.” Continue reading “30 Minutes of Heaven”