Archive | November, 2012

Sweat Like A Mother!

16 Nov

“SLAM,” aka “Sweat Like A Mother,” is the motto for the Stroller Strong Moms group in Savannah. And this class is no joke. Especially after only being 10 weeks post-partum. But it is 100% worth it! I haven’t felt this kind of soar in literally almost an entire year. I got pregnant  in the middle of December of last year, and the crossfit/training routine I had gotten into down at Ft. Benning was abruptly overtaken by squats in front of the toilet and projectile vomit. Not pretty…I know. By the time my second trimester hit, I had already been “out” for 15 weeks and my belly was larger than your average 15-weeker. But I began working out again, going for “trots,” and attending spin and yoga classes on post. By 20 weeks I had ended my leisurely runs as my already swollen pelvis puffed up even larger due to the mix of bouncing and belly weight. *I think it was around this time that  my husband and I adopted the name, “BOB,”-Big Ol’Belly- for my growing stomach.* I was still determined to keep on working out so I stuck with spin and yoga…until I almost passed out during yoga. Note to preggies…the up and down motions of yoga will get you very light headed. Maybe prenatal yoga would have been better? Oh well, next time 😉

So that’s where it ended. Walks around the block were about as active as I got from here until the end of my pregnancy. Needless to say, it has been a hot minute since I have done anything intense. Except for give birth. That was intense. And painful. And I’m still recovering. Physically. Emotionally. I want to find that damn stork and ask him why he didn’t drop off my 8lb 11oz baby with a 15-inch dome piece. Seriously dude, help a sister out! I’m counting on the stork for my next delivery. If he is not there I’m learning how to hunt. True story.

Ok…enough of that bitter rant.

It’s been awhile since I got a good workout in. At exactly 6-weeks post-partum, we went for a family run. Husband, baby, baby jogger, Edel and Paisley, and me-the overly ambitious, cup is half-full, psh…I got this!…kinda person.

Welp…I don’t got it. Or at least I didn’t. I never in my life have struggled so much with running ONE measly mile. It was terrible. Thank goodness I was pushing the baby jogger because at least I had something to hold onto before I started my downward spiral into the cement. Thankfully, this didn’t happen. But I thought it would. It was crazy how much pregnancy changed well, everything. I had taken time off before from working out, but it was always somewhat easy to pick up where I left off. I had to remind myself that my body had in fact changed in order to carry and deliver a child and unfortunately, some things where not in the same place as I left them a year ago.

I have pushed myself and continued running, trying to add miles here and there. I even did a 10k at eight weeks post-partum down in Columbus. Don’t be fooled though, I did not run the whole thing. And I only pushed the BOB for the photo opps 😉

 Mama P. however, did. She gave birth to her little Sweet P. only four weeks before me and she pushed that BOB like a champ. She even continued I to impress my husband, Uncle Kev and I as she walked AND fed her sweet girl during the race while I was struggling to catch my breath! Mad props to Mama P!

Which now leads me to the title of this post (about time, right)? Mama P. told me about Stroller Strong Mom’s, as it was started at Ft. Benning. Alexa, the instructor, PCS’d to Ft. Stewart (yay) and started this group up again out here. I decided to give it a try for the first time this week. I was not disappointed.

I LOVE this group. It incorporates cardio, plyo’s, and strength and resistance training all while working-out with your bebe. The first day I even had to pull-over and feed my hungry little food monster at the beginning of class and I felt completely comfortable. We were all moms. With babies. Even when Jax cries and I’m doing suicides across the tennis courts, Alexa, or another mama is there to help soothe my little guy. It is an amazing atmosphere and an intense work-out! The kind I LOVE and crave! I come home feeling sore EVERYWHERE. And yes, I literally do, “Sweat…like a mother!” This group has given me a whole new motivation and excitement towards getting back in shape. And the best part really is getting to enjoy this whole experience with my handsome, little, stud muffin. And sweating like a mother 😉

You Were Born in the Wrong Generation

6 Nov

You Were Born in the Wrong Generation

After my senior year of high school, I made the decision that I wanted to graduate from college early and get a jump start on my career. I took a full credit load every semester and attended summer school to do just that. There was even one semester that I took 18 credits, ran track, was a nanny on Mondays, worked as a lifeguard Tuesday and Thursday nights, and picked up shifts as a waitress on the weekends. Needless to say, I worked my butt off and was determined to achieve what I set out to accomplish.

And I did just that. Only God had a completely different path in mind for me.

 I did graduate a semester early.  December 17th, 2009. I then married Bryan three days later on December 20th, 2009. By January 1st, my car was packed and we were on our way to start our life at Ft. Drum, NY. Bryan had already been there since July of ’09 and now that we were married, and I had finished college, I could officially follow in his footsteps.

And so began my career as…an Army Wife.

Upon moving to Ft. Drum, Bryan and I decided that there really wasn’t any point in me trying to find a job. He was going to deploy in March of that year and I was going to go back to Colorado for the year that he was away. For those of you who read my blog during those first few months of marriage/living in Dexter, NY, you will agree that moving back to Colorado during the deployment was a good decision at the time.

When I returned to Colorado, I got a job right away. As a matter of fact, I was offered an interview the very day that Bryan deployed. I was lucky. I knew that this job was not going to be one that I would eventually retire from; it was one to fill the time during the year that Bryan was away. And it did just that.

In February  of 2010, I left Colorado and headed BACK to Ft. Drum where I anxiously waited for my husband to redeploy. Again, we didn’t know how long we would be at Ft. Drum, and honestly, the job market in Watertown, NY isn’t that big. Thus, I became a stay-at-home wife.

 And I loved it.

I was able to become the FRG leader for C Co. I joined Camaraderie of Courage and really jumped into learning about life as an Army Wife.

By October of 2010, we were already moving again to Ft. Benning, GA. I had ambitions to get a temporary job there, something to fill the time while Bryan was attending Career Course. Again, God had other plans. By December I was pregnant and by January I couldn’t make it much further than the bathroom door. My first trimester was rough and I was thankful to be able to stay at home and puke in peace.

It is here that I realized that maybe I was born in the wrong generation. I have since upgraded from stay-at-home wife, to stay-at-home mom. Again, I love it. If you had asked me in December of ’09 if I would be ok with  A.) Not having a career (not just a job) and B.) Being a stay-at-home mom, I would have told you, “No!” But that’s the funny thing about life. Once you learn to let go and stop fighting God over what you selfishly think you should do and allow Him to take control over what you were meant to do, you find peace with the path you are meant to be on.

I constantly have people (outside of the Army world) asking me if it ever gets boring staying at home. Or people flat out telling me, “I don’t know how you do it; I can’t stand just sitting at home all day.”

At first, out of habit, I would chime in and AGREE with what they were saying, even though I had come to peace with the complete opposite.

And for those who ever questioned this lifestyle, I just want to set the record straight. This is 2012, going on 2013. And just because I am a “stay-at-home mom,” it doesn’t in fact mean that I literally do nothing but STAY…at home. If that were the case, my dear friends and family should probably be contacting authorities for spousal abuse. Just sayin’….

So no, I do not just stay at my house all day long twiddling my thumbs in boredom. And when I was a stay-at-home wife, I also had plenty of things to do to fill my time. And I feel soo lucky that I am able to live the life that I do live. I have been able to attend “coffees,” and meet up with friends for lunch. I am able to attend promotions and graduations and family organization days. I have learned how to cook and thoroughly enjoy trying out new recipes. I LOVE that I am home when my husband comes home. And even though I loathe laundry…I do in fact, enjoy having a clean house.

So maybe I was born in the wrong generation. Maybe I should be wearing me heels and pearls as I vacuum my house. But at the end of the day, yes, I DO enjoy being able to be a stay-at-home wife/mom. And I DO feel lucky that we can afford to do just that.

So the next time someone asks me, or any other Army Wife or stay-at-home mom if they are bored just “staying at home,” I hope they have the courage to say, “no.” I really do feel fortunate. I actually enjoy my days “at home.”

And just for the record…I am far less bored being a stay-at-home mom than I was when I had a “real” job. And I know I am not the only one who feels that way about work 😉 So please, keep that in mind if you ever feel compelled to question a stay-at-home mom…you might be preaching to your own choir 😉

PS…8 weeks post-partum…maybe I should try vacuuming in heels and pearls 😉 Hey hey hey!

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