Yesterday I was feeling pretty good after our introductory class on Thursday night. But today the soreness set in. It's all coming back to me—tingles in muscles you forgot you had. And it feels good. It's fired me up for this session and I can't wait for the classes to start. When I exercise, I eat better, feel better, act better. It makes me feel so good and I am so excited to start that.
My c-section scar? I can't even see it because I've got a nice shelf of fat that covers it. I want that gone ... My face that looks like there might be an extra chin? I want that gone ... My belly that still looks slightly pregnant? I want it gone.
But as Kristin said I know it's not about the pounds ... but about the lifestyle change. (But losing weight will be an added bonus.)
Yesterday I was exhausted. Babies are still up every 3.5-four hours and I've hit my wall after 11 weeks. Thursday night when I got home I was revved up. I ate dinner, went on the computer, watched some TV, just when I was ready to sleep ... babies were back up. But I'm not going to keep putting off this class.
It felt so good to be outside, surrounded by all sorts of mommies, knowing everyone understands crying babies, husbands that work late, tiresome toddlers, balancing work and family, wanting some me time. So finally I have some me time twice a week. The class is only an hour. I asked Kristin if I could tell Ron it was two hours. Hope he doesn't read this. —JED
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