OK second baby is out, time to start this journey up AGAIN!!!

Well, well, well...

After trying so hard to lose a bunch of baby weight, here I am...prego! AGAIN! Am I destined to be forever fat?

I found this on Oddee, interesting.  It is called "10 incredibly hot women larger than a size 12"

http://www.oddee.com/item_98119.aspx

Going down south soon, time to TONE UP!

Having a haaaaard time getting back into running mode, and pushing a stroller while running in my hilly area is not fun.  So I am getting a little help from an app, its called 5k trainer and it is awesome! 

So why the long hiatus?

Well, it started as a wedding/honeymoon vacation from working. Two glorious weeks in the Mayan Riviera where I married my best friend of eight years (tied the knot beachside surrounded by family and friends) and had an amazing vacation filled with fun, adventure, relaxation, and lots of food and drinks!

So when I left sunny Mexico, arriving home to blasé weather, I felt pretty ho hum and it took a while to get back into the swing of things and snap out of my mexicoma. After dragging my ass to boot camp, hot yoga, and the gym, my energy levels still were not where they used to be. Also, I my sense of smell was unusually heightened, and all I wanted to eat was fruit for breakfast lunch and dinner.

I guess you can guess where I am going here? PREGO! Right, well how efficient of me to get knocked up on my honeymoon.

So we all are aware of how hard it is too eat healthy and maintain a clean diet normally, well try doing that when you are pregnant. Apparently the general public (my office at least) thinks that I am growing a 200 pound man in my uterus and I should be eating a pile of food hourly. I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard “ah, you’re pregnant you can eat whatever you want”, “you get nine months of non-dieting”, and the famous: “you are eating for two now” (no, I am eating for me and a mini little me, not me and a Patriots linebacker).

Don’t even get me started on the comments you get when working out when you are prego.

So fast forward to today, after a not great pregnancy, a not ideal delivery, I have a sweet little baby girl (note: must tone down bitchy ways and stop dropping the F bomb) and a pile of pregnancy weight to lose. Am I back to square one? Kind of, at least I know I can do it and I don’t have to relearn everything.

Standing in one of my best friend’s wedding in July, can I lose a million pounds by then? (Weddings are my motivation apparently.) Here we go again….

eventually...

Finally! Wearing a bikini and not feeling like a heifer-whale.

Next new post in July. Off to get married soon.

(Boooo)t camp

Well, since my wish for a week long stomach flu to come and make me not eat and therefore become skinny really quickly...I signed up for boot camp. I am a nut ball, boot camp kills me.

I go to this gym....well...not really a ‘gym’ per say....more like a hard core training facility with sand pits, big tires, ropes, a lot of weights, and crazed instructors walking around. As excited as I am to run through the sand and scale walls, I can’t help but be nervous (what if I can’t do it, what if I look silly, what if I pass out, what if my shorts get hooked on the wall and when I jump over they rip and show my butt to everyone)? NO! Suck it up princess, you don’t get skinny by dreaming it so, climb that rope bitch!

Oh, uh, sorry....got in boot camp mode there for a second. So back to class....

Warm up (felt more like a workout to me) was on the spin bikes (uh, spin! One of the workouts I hate more than anything) and it was tough. The instructor would come around and turn up the tension and make us bike with one leg (whimper) I was gasping and dying and ready to try and sneak lower my tension back down to the baby level, but I was caught and reprimanded with an even higher tension (wahhhh) and then, no word of a lie, the Rocky theme song starts playing (swear to god!). So I muster up the strength to try and finish, and whisper-yell “Adriannnnn” to the two girls next to me as a joke, but they must be too young and just stare at me blankly like I called them Adrian even though their names are probably Bambi and Barbie judging by the size of their hope earrings and their cleavage (they do know this is an all girls boot camp right?).

Finally we finish the so called ‘warm up’ and it is on to more intense stuff like:

Jumping rope with an extra heavy mutant jump rope

Running on a treadmill that isn’t turned on (ya, try that at the gym and see if anyone stares at you like a   dumdum)

Doing too many weights, push ups, sit ups, burpees, squat jumps, double and triple squat jumps, something else that made my ass hurt but I just can’t explain in type...it is like crawling...like a crab, but forward??? Does that make sense? I call it the ass hurter.

 

Wow, 45 minutes of hell and man do I feel awesome. I walk like a shaking leaf to the change room, accidentally walk into the men’s change room (thankfully empty so I didn’t see any peens or hairy man-butts) I chug a bottle of water, munch some protein and veggies (hard boiled eggs and veggie stick which sat in my car all day...nice) drive home, and sleep like a milk-drunk baby.
Next day at work, while practicing my sexy walk to the printer, I feel nothing but butt and thigh pain. It is hard to walk, sit, squat, basically move.

It is my new favourite thing.