So, I've started over, again. I'm not sure how many mulligans I've had,but i like to think that it's the fact that I keep trying that counts.
Anyway, I joined our nearest YMCA about 3 weeks ago. My plans hit the gym were ended before they began when Raelynn was sick for the entire first week of my membership. I was also sad to have to miss MOPS and Bible study. Luckily, she was only sick for 4 days,and I was able to get started last Monday.
Being the incredibly intelligent person I am, I decided to jump in the deep end and go to Bodypump for my first workout. If you've never been, its a weight lifting class set to music. Its fun, but I knew better. I did bodypump every week for a good stretch in college. So, I decided I was going to get serious, got me and Raelynn up & to the Y in time for the 8:30am class. I was proud of myself for remembering the proper form & to use the lowest weights. What I didn't remember was that even if you use no weight, you leave class feeling like you're made of spaghetti. I was seriously worried I wouldn't be able to carry Raelynn to the car. We made it, but was so sore the next 3 days I had trouble sitting down (and standing up) and felt like I walked like a wooden puppet. I had to make myself do 45 minutes on the elliptical machines on Tuesday and Thursday in an attempt to loosen up. By Friday I felt I had control of nh legs again. So, last week I made it to the gym and actually worked out 3 days.
This week started well. I did Bodypump again on Monday. No soreness this time, so I guess I already need to add a little weight to my bar. I missed my class this morning to make it to the grocery store between naps. Tomorrow I have Bible study & a tutoring session, but am going to try to at least hit the elliptical for a bit if I can squeeze it in. My goal is to make it to the gym 4 days this week.
On a medical note:
I saw a new doctor who works with women and their hormones last month. She did a full work up, and other than a couple of vitamins she wants me to take, I'm healthy. She believes my weight problems are tied to my PCOS. She changed my birth control and put me on a medication that forces my cells to accept the insulin my body makes instead of storing it as fat. So far I've noticed I have a little more energy and a few of my other symptoms seem to be slowly improving. She also encouraged me to cut out carbs after lunch. You never really think about how much of a certain type of food you actually eat until you try not too. Its been an adjustment, but Matthew is doing it with me, and that helps.
