So, we are all big shots when it comes to things we haven’t experienced that we see other people doing or NOT doing, saying “Oh, I would NEVER do that!” Well, let me tell you something, I’ve done that quite a few times (shamefully so, but the first step is admitting it, right?). Before I got pregnant I always said that I will never stop working out when I’m pregnant. Enter May 20, 2011 (the first day my “morning” sickness hit me). The picture above was taken 3 days before I found out I was pregnant. Funny thing, I didn’t even know I was pregnant until that day at which point I was already 5 weeks along and on my way to Boston for a weekend get-away (that silly picture of me in my previous blogs eating lobster claws was taken during that trip). Suddenly, I was miserable. I was throwing up everything I ate, throwing up from smells, and throwing up just because. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t drink, and I could barely keep my eyeballs open. Funny how easy it is for people to say “just eat some crackers, try bread, drink ginger ale, try mints, try this.” Blah, blah, BLAH!!!! Nothing helped. Nothing worked. I was just simply doomed.
What does this have to do with working out? I’ll tell ya! If someone talked to me, the vibrations would make me sick. If I lied down, I was sick. If I stood up, I was sick. The smell of my own self made me disgusted. Imagine the possibilities of walking into a gym packed with sweaty, stinky people and head pounding music; no thank you, I’ll save myself the embarrassment and YOU the clean up.
My point is I was too sick to workout. I didn’t eat enough to nourish MY needs because the baby was taking every little bit of my energy stores. This lasted until I was 5 months pregnant; oh the agony! I would cry and cry everyday from how terrible I felt, mix that in with the raging hormones and you have an award winning horror flick on your hands. Truthfully, I never thought it would end. And to make matters worse, I worked at a fitness center at the time and saw a couple fellow pregnant chicks and they would say, “Oh, no I feel great! No sickness what-so-ever!” Yay you! I was insanely jealous of that because I wanted to prove that just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean you have to stop working out. You can carry on the same as you once had, just at a lower intensity. And because I had something to prove, I was even more let down.
Yet, I digress. Because of that, my strength and muscle mass significantly declined during my pregnancy. However, now that my son is 4 (almost 5 months) I’m almost stronger than ever! It takes hard work and dedication, but we are MOMS, we can and DO handle everything, sometimes there are just tiny bumps along the way (oh, nevermind, that’s just cellulite). Happy training!