May 29, 2008

Tae Bo...where there's a will there's a way!

So...I love my baby. He is precious and magical. But labor and delivery sucked. What's more, the after effects of pregnancy are just downright depressing. Especially right after. I mean you're all puffy, you're in pain, you're tired. It's like you just went through the most traumatizing yet wonderful experience, and then you have to take care of this whole other person. And you're so worried about them. Every little cough and sound they make you worry. And if they don't make any sounds you worry. After 3 months, the worry lessens as they grow and you know they are tougher than before, but still...you worry. I mean, this worrying...I don't think it will every go away. On top of all this...you're body is like wrecked. At least at first. (Happily most things go back to normal, but not at first.) You come home and you still look pregnant but you're not...so basically you're just fat. It's sort of a let down. No clothes fit, except your dreaded maternity clothes, which you are so sick of by now you would fuel your own bonfire with them given the chance.

Now, I love my husband, and I think boys are great. They're sweet. But sometimes you just want to strangle them. I mean, they eat anything they want and they don't change, or retain water, or look any different. And if they want to lose weight, they stop drinking soda for a week and lose like ten pounds. Like my brother...he's like "I think I lost weight this week, I wonder why?" Then he realizes..."Oh it's cause I mixed in some salads." Riiiiight. Or they just stay fat and no one cares, especially not you, because guys can be fat and still be cute. Infuriating. But us women, we have the babies, are required to gain obscene amounts of weight while pregnant and then are expected to shed this weight immediately after we shoot the kid out, and do it while taking care of a new baby. I mean we pressure ourselves really because who doesn't want their husband to be stoked on them still? Not only do we go through all the pains of pregnancy and endure the changing of our bodies, the weight gain, and the water retention, but then we are expected to look hot again as soon as possible, because let's face it, being a girl and being fat will never be cute. Not the way a little pudge around the sides or a tummy is on a boy. I don't know maybe I'm the only person that thinks that's cute. But I digress...my point is I think we have it harder than the men in the body department and they will never really understand. But at the same time, I wouldn't give up the experience of carrying my child for the world. It has made me stronger in ways I can't express and I know I am healthier because of the exercise that I am forcing myself to do. And I don't think I'd like it if roles were reversed...let's be honest...boy parts are kinda weird. I don't think I'd like having one.

Myself, I am doing Tae Bo day in and day out, drinking a vat of water a day, and trying to eat just enough to make the milk I need for my child and nourish me enough to make it through the day. I'm gonna share something...when I'm doing my workout...I cry sometimes. Ya not because I'm sad, but because it's so freaking hard that I have to cry, maybe swear a little, all the while dripping sweat and listening to Billy Blanks tell me that "Where there's a will there's a way...and You gotta give a little to get a little..." Sometimes I pretend I'm punching the people in the video. You know those workout video people...they are soooo annoying aren't they? All peppy and yelling "yah" and jumping around like they are so excited and energetic and not even tired, while you are curled up in the fetal position in front of the TV. I guess when you watch something over and over it starts to seriously grate on your nerves, and coupled with physical pain and suffering you get extremely annoyed. At least I do.

I'm proud to say that despite hating the people on the video I have lost 45 pounds in 3 months and hopefully am losing more as we speak. I am fitting into my jeans again...which is really the only thing that is important to me. That and fixing my now National Geographic boobs (courtesy of breast feeding) some day. So I have ten more pounds to go before I will have lost the 55 that I gained while pregnant. Ya I said 55...look don't judge until you've been there. Where there's a will, there's a way.

4 comments:

Steph said...

Margan! I love you!!! This post is hilarious. Welcome back to the blogging world. I've been doing Tae Bo since like 5th grade and its the best workout, but those people are so annoying, especially the blonde heather locklear look alike. Great job on losing the weight. You are preparing me for pregnancy...which I don't think will be anytime soon, I'm not quite that selfless yet.

heidi nielsen said...
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heidi nielsen said...

My first attmept at a comment didn't turn out quite right.

It was easier for me to lose weight the first time since I was too busy with school and taking care of Austin to think about eating and I walked to and from campus a lot. My second pregnancy was a lot harder. After I had Jack I bought a Chariot so that I could walk, jog, or ride my bike while my two beasties were securely strapped down. Don't forget the earphones so you can ignore them screaming that they want to get out. It has saved me. Good luck with the Tae Bo.

jenn said...

Margan! Where have you been?! It's okay, I understand. I dropped off the face of the earth for about 6 months with Jake. Call me so we can play in your pool sometime!