My blogging bud The Mama, who is completely my opposite when it comes to exercise (sorry hun but it’s true) asked me where do I find all my motivation for exercising when there is so much going on in life?
I thought really hard about this one.
I do have the usual answers.
I enjoy it! I genuinely do really enjoy a workout. The banter, the sweating, the feeling of exhaustion, the lovely hot shower afterwards. It is satisfying and it keeps me going back. It’s my stress buster. It clears my head and boosts my mood. I also sleep better.
I do genuinely worry about my health and being fit around my gremlin. She knows when I have been to “the gim”. She knows when I come back sweaty and gross and I have shown her around once when I popped in and explained what people do. I want her to exercise to and see me as a role model for this. I want to be able to run around with her and I want to keep myself as healthy as I can for as long as I can.
So yes, these are the “right” answers. Lets dig down a bit deeper and be honest.
I’m vain. There is no question about it. Before I got pregnant I prided myself on being slim and toned. People commented on my six pack and I liked that. I’m a firm believer in being strong and not just skinny and I worked damn hard. My abs were the first thing that went as the bump grew. I didn’t mind at all of course but deep in the back of my mind was would I get my stomach back after my baby was born? I know I shouldn’t care. There is an awful lot of pressure on new Mum’s to get back to their pre-pregnancy bodies and that is wrong. No pressure and time with your little bundle is so important. However, I knew I would be one of those that wanted to and I’m not ashamed to say that. If it is important to you and achievable, then why not? I’ve always exercised and worked hard and I wasn’t going to let the new name of “mummy” stop me. I was sensible and waited until 8 weeks after having the gremlin before hitting the gym. Hubby was very supportive as he knew how much it meant to me and my sanity.
My stomach didn’t return until I went back to the gym. Hitting the weights was the key to me losing the last of my stomach fat and my abs re-knitted as they should do. My stomach is pretty much how it was pre-gremlin. I want to keep it like that for as long as I can. Shallow? Maybe. But it gets me out of bed and gets me moving. (I promised the Mama I would be honest!).
Finally, I like to eat. I want to eat that chocolate after tea. I fancy an Indian takeaway now and then. I want more bread. I want to graze. Whatever. I like to have the freedom to eat and exercise gives me a bit more freedom to eat what I fancy within reason. It’s a good reason.
These may make me seem a bit shallow. Maybe. But it’s what gets me moving and exercising and if being a bit vain and greedy help me to keep going, I’m going to keep those thoughts.