Last week I started my post-partum workouts to try and reclaim my stomach, and fit back into my jeans.
This is what my stomach looked like days before I got pregnant back in Feb ’11:
Not rocking a six-pack, and it looks worse than normal as we’d had three rounds of fertility treatment (not IVF). So from late October through February I’d had to give up pilates and spin classes because of the side-effects of the treatment, and my poor stomach had to suffer a zillion evening injections so that I’d increase my egg production. There’s a nasty bruise to one side of my belly button from a “bad” injection, and for some reason the cheap ass band aids left a nasty red mark so my belly looked like it had been used for target practice.
This is what my poor stomach looked like at the start of 2012 – almost ten weeks after my c-section:
Given that I gained almost 50lbs, and carried my super healthy twinfants to term (almost 13lbs of twinfant in total) this isn’t too bad. Plus if I dress right it doesn’t look too squishy but I would love to fit back into my jeans (or any jeans for that matter), and reclaim something of my former stomach. If it doesn’t look exactly like it did that’s okay I have Zoey and Naomi to show for it but now that we are all getting more sleep I do have to try.
So last week I did the Tracy Anderson Post-Partum Method workout three times. It mainly focuses on “re-awakening” your abs, and this week I am aiming for four. We’ll see how it goes, and how well I am able to fit in 40 mins of crunches etc in my day but it feels good doing something for myself.
I’d love to be able to make it to an actual exercise class at the gym but we’ll see. This is a terrible confession but I remember being in a pilates class in 2010, and as they go around the room a woman said that this was her first class since having a baby six months prior, and I remember thinking “How lazy – waiting a whole SIX months to go to an exercise class when I have a baby I’ll be right back at the gym.” Now I think what a rock star that woman was to be able to get out of the house during the weekday evening, and to chose pilates over more sleep or a glass of wine with friends.