Whatever that means anymore. This weekend was about feeling somewhat normal again. First, the very next night after my rant we went back to our original plan with baby girl and she went to bed like a dream. She slept all night and a big sigh was heard all around this household.
Thank goodness, because we had such a huge day. The second thing that made me feel 'normal' was the running of the Peachtree Road Race 10K. I have run this race every year that I haven't been pregnant for the past 10 years. Have I ever run it on 2 hours sleep? No. Have I ever run it with a Poise Pad falling down my shorts? No. Have I ever run it talking the entire time because I was so excited to be able to talk to a friend for one hour uninterrupted, something I hadn't done in weeks? No.
I also have never run it with my entire family waiting for me at the finish and my son helping me cross the finish line. And that made all the differences worth it. And it made it the most special race I have ever run.
Running this race made me feel somewhat normal. It was hard, hot and exhausting. I still haven't recovered. I'm not sure if it's the race's fault or because ever since Friday I have not been able to get around that brick wall I hit. Either way, I realized that the energy it takes to do what used to be a normal occurrence (running 6 miles) is now a feat of mammoth proportions.
Other than the race, I took the entire weekend off. Mentally, this was hard because time is precious when my husband is home and to give up 3 days where I could go to the gym and not have to rush was maddening. But I don't believe in taking breaks when it's convenient, for instance when we go away on vacation next week. I believe in taking breaks when your mind and body tell you. My body told me to stop exercising, eat cheeseburgers and homemade ice cream without a second thought and to put away the laundry for another day.
Too bad someone didn't tell the kids.....
All that 'time off' taught me one thing. You feel like crap when you don't do crap and you eat like crap and you treat your body like crap. I felt so sick and bloated and miserable by the end of Monday night.
This morning, despite the continued fatigue (and a baby that needed her paci all night for some reason...) we got back into our routine. I ate full breakfast, went to my fast twitch class and played at the park with the kids. While still tired, at least my body feels better for it.
It's also energizing thinking about the next stage. It's time for a trainer. Tomorrow morning I am going to meet with a trainer I worked briefly with in the past. I like him because he makes his clients (even the females) lift heavy and work hard. He is not chatty, he is not there to count reps, he is not there to be a friend. He makes you work hard and his clients have the bodies to prove it.
I am terrified.....
But excited. Here is the stage where I take it to the next level. Up until now, most people can lose a lot of weight and improve their lifestyles considerably just by doing what I have done. They could stop at this stage and still add years of health and well being to their lives.
But that's not the purpose of this blog. I am here to take it all the way, to live my best life and to feel the best I have ever felt. I am here to rock a bathing suit and be able to put on clothes any day and have them fit without a second thought. I am here so I live a life that is a great example for my children but still fun and relaxing.
Stage 4 (or whatever stage we are on)
Tues/Thurs/Sat: Fast twitch classes
21 minutes of speed intervals on TM
Walks outside with kids in double jogger
Mon/Wed: Full body, compound movements, heavy lifting
More grilled chicken, veggies and carbs.
Stick to meal delivery system when available
Plan treats (such as family outings)
Begin adding 1-2 pieces of fruit/day
This plan makes me feel normal. Whatever that means anymore....