Before I got pregnant, I worked out 5-6 days per week not only because I want to be 40+ and pull of a bikini for as long as possible, but because I lead FB accounbatility groups, with men and women working towards a similar goal, all trying to get healthier and fit. We workout together (virtually) and we keep a food journal to keep ourselves honest about our food choices.
My first trimester, I hated life. I was nauseous, I felt gross, I didn't know my right from my left, I felt like I was in someone else's body, I was hormonal (sorry Brian), the thought of warm meat made me gag, candy and oranges are the only thing that tasted 1/2 way decent, and all I wanted to do was lay on the couch. So I did. I felt guilty and horrible about my lack of enthusiasm for life. Before I knew I was pregnant, one of my besties Nikki and I had just finished a kick ass round of Insanity (which we documented with videos to share with our FB followers). I lost like 10 or so lbs and was bathing suit ready! We made plans to team up again and lead a group of men and women in another workout accountability group. How would people look up to me as a leader if I wasn't doing the program myself? I couldn't even get off the couch! I even tried to do their workout but I had no energy or desire to put on workout clothes let alone break a sweat! I couldn't tell my customers in the group (who put their trust and faith into me), that I was pregnant because I hadn't even told my own family yet. How hard was it to motivate and inspire these people if I was sitting on the couch feeling like crap and having a pity party for myself? I had to fake it and I'm not good at lying.
Thank god that time in my life is over with and I'm past that nasty 1st trimester. Now I have more energy, I'm much happier, I got off the couch and started to exercise again, and I can eat normal healthier food. (with the exception Milk Duds and Dots) :)
There are times when I still don't feel like working out but they are far and few between and it's usually only because I'm being lazy and it's too cold to put on workout clothes. The other day, I reached out to my accountability group and I told them that I didn't feel like exercising but I know I had to, I just lacked the motivation. A few of their tough love comments helped me to change my tune and lace up my trainers. I threw on workout clothes, kicked and screamed the way to the TV, pushed play and 30 minutes later I was done. I thought to myself, "What the heck is all the fuss and drama all about? I feel awesome now! And really JT? It's 30 minutes. Get over it!"
Those endorphins kick in and all of a sudden you go from "frowny sad face" to "happy, what was I thinking face!"
So quit complaining like was, grab an accountability partner, and go sweat. You'll feel so much better when you're done! I don't know anyone who has said, "I really regret that workout!"
