My Postnatal Workout Plan

Like many new Moms, I’m anxious to get back to my normal body again. I LOVED being pregnant, seriously, it made me feel awesome 99% of the time. I felt so beautiful. My skin was clear, my hair was thick and shiny, my nails were long, my anxiety was gone and I don’t know…there’s just something about carrying around a little life inside of you that makes you feel like a badass. I worked very hard to remain fit and healthy during pregnancy too.

Woop, woop! Still working out! It's not easy, but it's worth it!

I worked out 6 days a week. I even created several “10 Minute Prenatal Workouts” here. I ate mostly healthy and was in a great state of mine. Unfortunately, I still had a very difficult delivery and an awful recovery, but it would have been even worse if I hadn’t been so proactive during the pregnancy. I thought I’d be getting back into fighting shape before now, but who could have foreseen such a traumatic first month? Now, at 6 weeks postpartum, I am released and feeling SO much better!

I’m still battling a few health concerns, but I’ll talk more on that another time. For now, let’s talk exercise! I started doing yoga a few times a week a couple of weeks ago, and I even did one day of Insanity with Husband over the weekend…just to test my cardio and get a feel for it again. It was incredibly hard! Yesterday, I officially started Focus T25 by Sean T.

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Focus T25 is an intense workout that is only 25 minutes a day. I LOVE Sean T and have already completed Insanity and Asylum Volumes 1 & 2, so I figure this is the perfect postpartum workout. It’s challenging, but offers modifications, and I can squeeze it in while Luna naps and still have time to shower. I had a little bit of doubt before starting because 25 minutes just seems too short to get in as good of a workout as Insanity, but after only 2 days I’m sold!

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Six weeks off and all the medication and downtime I’ve had has certainly had its toll. My cardio is horrible! And, holy cow are my legs sore! I love it though, being sore makes me feel like I really did something. I’ve had to do a few modifications, but I don’t think I’ll have to for too long. It’s nice that modifications are even offered.

Husband is doing it with me which helps A LOT. We are very competitive and keep each other motivated. I can’t wait to see our results at the end of the program. (I took pics of him too, but he would be less than happy if I shared them with you.) While Focus T25 will be my main workout, I don’t think it will be the only thing we do. I’m going to try to squeeze in yoga a couple of times a week. Plus, we are just an active family anyways, so hiking, walks around the park and dancing around the house will be happening often, I’m sure.

I’ll update you on our progress every couple of weeks or so. In a couple of days, I’ll be writing about my new healthy eating plan too. I’m going to see how a few changes will affect my anxiety and other health issues over the next few months. Wish me luck!

Cheers!

Still Going Strong

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My soul must move all over the place!

I had my second doctor appointment today. I had to have an echocardiogram done to check my heart murmur. (No results yet.) I have not felt nervous or anxious about the appointment all week (yay me!) Until last night…

I started getting a teeny bit worried last night, but Husband did his best to derail my train of thought before it got out of hand. This morning was rougher. I was very nervous from the moment I woke. I couldn’t speak as we walked to the bus, and I tried so hard to not let my thoughts go there.

There was a car fire a block away blocking the bus so we decided to catch a taxi. We walked the entire 15 blocks to the doctor’s office without ever getting a taxi. By the time I signed in I was sweating, my heart was pounding and my nerves were not any better.

An echocardiogram is an ultrasound on your heart, “no big deal”. Husband stayed in the room with me and I lay on my left side as the tech rolled goo all over my chest. This would have been okay if I was not scared of my own heartbeat. I have a phobia of hearing or feeling my heartbeat. I never lay on my left side for this reason.

My heart was beating fast from my nerves, and feeling it pound against the metal table made it that much worse! The tech was not very helpful. She kept telling me all about my heart, turning the sound on so I could hear it beat and commented that my hear rate was really quick. I was this close (my fingers are very close together) to telling her to stop and allow me to sit up.

Husband tried to lighten the mood by asking, “So is it a boy or a girl?” The tech didn’t find him very funny. He decided to quietly squeeze my hand instead.

Luckily, it ended ten minutes later. My obvious reward was coffee; there’s a Starbucks directly across the street. THEN, I got another reward: a New Orleans’s style King Cake!!!

I feel much better now, maybe a tiny bit worried about getting the results, but that’s probably “normal”.

Everyday gets a little easier. Baby steps people

Cheers!

Facing My Fears

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I did it. I went to the doctor today. Whew….boy, do I feel better! Husband went with me for support, and because he needed a check-up as well. As much as I appreciated his presence, it was not very helpful. I was so sick all morning leading up to the appointment. I lay on the couch all morning, could barely manage to eat a banana, and almost threw up on the bus ride there.

While waiting in the doctor’s office I thought I might break down. Why on Earth do they play terrifying commercials in the waiting room of every doctor’s office??? 5 signs you are dying. A terrible story of a girl with a hidden disease. And, Everything you should be afraid of! I tried to tune out the disturbing messages on the TV. I tried to focus on the stack of papers I had to fill out, hands shaking, but it was a challenge.

By the time they called me back I was sweating and my heart was pounding in my ears. The doctor sat me down in her office first to get to know me a little better. I am oh-so very thankful she did this. I got to fully explain my fears, my anxiety and the whole reason for making the appointment in the first place. Of course, the second I opened my mouth I began crying. I hated to cry in front of her, but there was no stopping the tears. My body was just so relieved to let it out.

I told her EVERYTHING. Once I finished “letting it all out” she told me (in a very professional and understanding way) that I needed to be on anti-anxiety medication, to see a therapist and come back for regular check-ups. I agreed because I know I need help and more than anything I want to get back to being myself.

The physical was the most meticulous physical I have ever experienced. She took my blood, did an EKG, and a hundred other tiny tests. Surprisingly I learned that I have a heart murmur. I’ll be returning next week for an echocardiogram, but I am okay with this. She was confident that it is no big deal. Not surprisingly, my blood pressure was a little high…

It was 132/80. Not TOO bad, but not great. Husband’s was actually the same as mine, which is surprising. I will be working hard on keeping my anxiety under control, and we will both be eating less salt and exercising more (hopefully together).

The good news is that I feel much better. I found an understanding doctor, and I am finally on the right path. My journey is just getting started, and I’m sure it will get bumpy, but luckily I have all of you to support me and listen to my anxiety-filled stories. (Thank you so much for the sweet calls, thoughts and text messages today!) At first, I felt silly for having my friends worry about my simple physical, but it definitely made me feel stronger knowing I was not alone.

The REALLY good news is that the doctor said I do not need to quit drinking coffee; I just need to drink less. I can live with that. The second I got out; I went to Starbucks because I had not had any coffee yet and was suffering from a caffeine headache. The barista made me a large when I ordered a small…I think he knew I deserved a treat. Thanks Mr. Barista.

Here’s to many more positively not-so-panicked doctor visits!

Cheers!