Ok, so this exercise class thing….
The first day was torturously brutal. But I’ve been doing it for about 3 weeks now, and while it’s still making me sweat plenty, I don’t feel shaky and on the edge of collapse anymore when I get home. This is a HUGE praise! That and the fact that Evan sleeps and Seth graciously consents to eat a pile of Goldfish while I take a shower both help as well…
And… I actually look forward to sweating with the gals on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I don’t know why exactly. I can’t completely explain it. But maybe exercise does make you feel somewhat better. Now, it’s still isn’t enough motivation on its own without vanity, but I can now understand why people claim that it helps them feel better overall.
In other news, looks like I will not be the skinny, flat tummied woman of my dreams in 9 weeks. And if anything, my arms are bigger, not tinier, though they jiggle a smidge less….
Though my abs are definitely tighter, that lovely ball of fat stuck on top of them doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. And I’m starting to get worried that the sticking out tummy thing is permanent. It doesn’t feel like I have that much fat on there, but it’s like my muscles refuse to go in or something. Maybe the result of two c-sections? All the cutting through my stomach muscles? We’ll see. If I wean Evan, and I don’t drop the last 10 pounds, then it will be over, and I’ll concede.
And interesting enough, though I eat better most days, I feel like I’m eating more on others. I guess Time magazine was right when they said that studies have shown that exercise doesn’t help you lose weight because you eat more when you exercise… Gah!
And now the baby who got a GOOD afternoon nap today is waking up. Gotta run….