Well, I'm going to have to be careful about what I post here. Turns out that two of my children have decided to check up on the blog and actually read the posts. They think that my posts are funny or something.
So now I'm being peppered with questions about what I wrote. "When did I say anything about being on a schedule!" "I wasn't that crazy about my hair being cut!" And so on. I guess I'm going to have to watch what I say (even though I have been able to back up everything I have wrote so far, so there girls!). Actually, now that I think about it, they're actually going to have to watch what they say or otherwise I can use it as a subject for a blog post. Hahaha! So there.
I did have a good week so far with exercising. My best friend and I have been doing Pilates for two days a week, then we upped it to three, now we added walking to the other two days to make for five days a week. The Pilates is for strength and muscle mass and shape, the walking is to lose weight. We'll see if it works.
Her goal is to lose about 45 pounds before her husband gets home in May. I told her that would never work. So she changed it to before she gets pregnant again. Good idea! My goal is to lose about 45 pounds also. So if I set it to lose 45 pounds before I get pregnant again, maybe I'll never have to have the last kid!
I hate, HATE going by pounds though. It's tough. I'd rather have muscles and a good shape and weigh more than weigh less and have no strength. People really have to come up with a better way of determining appropriate size other than weight. It's really not effective.
So in the mean time, you have two "marshmallow" (my word for it) mommies trying to get their bodies back into shape. She's had 2 kids and I've had 3 since the last time we were in great shape. Boy, those kids do a number on you. You think there would be some sort of exercise credits out there in the universe for carrying, delivering, and then taking care of these little creatures, but apparently not. I just wish that lugging around a diaper bag and heavy car seat with a 20 pound baby while holding a toddler's hand would make you stronger, not just exhausted. But no.
So now you have two best friends hanging out, talking, and trying to "roll like a ball" do the "jack knife" and complaining about the leg series three days a week. Let's just say we're happy that the babies don't talk, that no adults are around while we exercise, and the cameras Peter wants to install are not yet put in. I'm sure we make a hilarious sight.
It's pretty sad. Wednesday, I got mad at the model girl who was demonstrating the various exercises. I wished that she would wipe that smile off her face, at least break into a sweat, and stop showing how she can touch her ankle to her ear when she does her kicks. She obviously hasn't had 7 children.
Maybe someday someone will invent Pilates for mommies who exercise with children. Then they can demonstrate how to do the "roll up" with a child on your belly, show us how to do the kicks while we have a kid laying over our legs, and give us "baby needs mommy time" breaks for us to console babies who think mommy abandoned them. It would also be nice if they had models who also can't grab their ankles because their tummy rolls are in the way, have no flexibility, and also are panting and sweating their way through ridiculous looking (but highly effective) exercises.
Sigh. If only.
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