So I came back to teaching BodyPump this morning - bright and early at 5:45am. YIKES! After three months away from it...DOUBLE YIKES! And of course, as always, class was full. So I had to put my game face on. This, after I think I ate all of the candy located in the small Kansas town of Arkansas City. Literally. I think I've turned into a Kit Kat. Or a Snickers. Pick your poison...I enjoyed it this weekend.
So I got back to town yesterday and had to practice my BodyPump because, you know, Ive been away from it for THREE months. In that time, I have birthed a baby, gained a total of 35 pounds that needs to come off (candy doesn't help with that, yes, I know), and managed to lose my posture, abs strength, oh hell, overall body strength. This morning, I tried my best to muster up the ability to completely BS my way through this class and look like I wasnt GONNA DIE!
Um, I'm sure glad that as I'm working out, breasts sore as hell because I need to feed la bambina, that I am able to catch a side glance of myself in the gym's FULL length mirrors. GOOD GOD - YIKES is all I have to say! Come on, BodyPump, work your magic...help me....somehow get into those size 8 pants...
The good news is that I got through the class and I'm still alive. Can barely move, mind you, but hey, all in good time, right?
It's a good thing Libby is too damn cute and that she has begun smiling on a regular basis. Good thing. Because nothing else would make me cut myself a little slack as I work my a** off to get back to where I should be.
I think I'll avoid looking at those mirrors. Yes, I think I will. It would be best for all involved.