Moving

Now that the end of our stay in our townhouse is coming to an end as we are embarking on becoming home owners, I’ve started cleaning out 9 years of my life and 11 years of my husband’s. Most days surrounded by whatever stuff is in the room that I’m cleaning, I’m asking myself how the hell did we get so much junk??? A good portion of it comes from friends of ours moving and us taking their stuff, good ideas for projects landing in our guest room never to be thought of again, and the absolute failure to ever go through our master bedroom closet. I’m thoroughly excited though because getting rid of the clutter now will hopefully discourage clutter from storing up again.

Packing and cleaning has really taught me a lot about myself and my somewhat newly pregnant body. The main thing is that I seriously cannot do what I used to do as effectively. It has also taught me that I have to set up time limits on physical activity. The first overhaul day, I spent an hour cleaning, vacuuming, packing, bringing stuff up and down the stairs, and man the squats I was doing! After that day I was exhausted. My ass literally hurt when I went to bed and when I woke up. So I made a game plan, I would work for 45 minutes putting stuff in boxes, trash bags, etc. and then take the last 15 minutes of the hours (like cool down) and take everything downstairs to the trash, vacuum, and organize for movement the next day sake. This worked so well last week that this week I’ve pumped it up to almost 2 hours as of yesterday. I did take like a 10 minute break in-between to let my stomach muscles calm down before the clean-up of the clean-up.

This is our donation pile area. And also the culmination of about a week and a half of work and clean up. I’m starting on the downstairs more thoroughly tonight.

I can tell my body has missed being able to do workouts.  After the clean up, I feel really rejuvenated. I was even able to eat a salad last night! Granted I now crash a little earlier than I used to after all this work but it feels good.

I’m getting excited about having the move and things done so that I can focus on walking (I’m not even going to kid myself saying running) again especially as the weather gets so much nicer. I’m even going to set up a little yoga area for myself in the bright sunshine area of our new house. I can tell that I’m going to need as much yoga as possible in my life very soon.

Semmes-Murphey 5k: the pregnant experience

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This past weekend I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and participate in the 1st Semmes-Murphey 5k. I looked at where the race would be held and figured it would be a great spot for the first race of me being super pregnant, since technically the Jingle Bell 5k in December I was only 4 weeks pregnant and didn’t know that I was actually pregnant. Sometime in the middle of the night before this race, baby decided that everything that was currently in my stomach needed to exit. I woke up the morning of the race still determined to participate even though I knew running would be next to out of the question.

By the time the race actually started I figured I might give running a good college try.

That was dumb.

But I kept trying to run for at least the first 2 miles off and on. It was like my legs, hips, and shins forgot all the times we had done this running and hell walking thing before. I would do good for a few minutes and then I could hear this little voice tell me if I kept going I would throw up. We’ve all had this voice from time to time. It used to come to me in my early 20s when I would contemplate doing another round of shots or something along those lines. Whenever I would have to slow down from running, I felt like I had taken on a snail’s pace in order to get back to normal.  At that point, I told myself that as long as I fully finished without getting sick I was a full-on winner for this race, no matter what the time said. Honestly, the time was bad but not as bad as it could have been and definitely not as bad as it would have been if I didn’t participate.

Now that I have my energy levels returning back to me, I know I need to start adding exercise back into my life. Not only for physical health but for mental health as well. Plus I seriously miss it. I just wonder what were some other mommies’ favorite exercises while pregnant?

Pregnancy and Eating

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I’ve made it to 14 weeks and look at the baby bump in the picture as well!IMG_20160215_152014

Here’s me at 12+ weeks after a big meal lol

So I originally started this blog entry sometime early January to document the thought process of eating while pregnant. I had kind of forgotten about it until weekend before last when a friend of a friend was asking me TONS of questions about being pregnant and becoming pregnant. Her and her husband had been trying a couple of months and were starting to get frustrated the BFP hadn’t happened yet. And truly was like I need to finish this thing up while waiting in the drive thru for my taco bell.

My pregnancy journey has been much like my fitness journey, not necessarily straightforward and definitely not easy and I’m pretty upfront about that fact. I tell anyone that asks about advice when it comes to even thinking about getting pregnant is to get healthy. I’m not saying you have to run 100 miles a week and eat nothing but quinoa but there are steps that will definitely help in getting your body healthy enough to carry a baby and procreate. I lost around 40 pounds in order to get pregnant and have a kid. I found exercises that I loved (kickboxing, running, beachbody dvds to break up the boredom or to do on a rainy day) and found a “diet” that I personally could live with, loved, and was the right type for my body and health (low carb/keto for me).

I was SO GLAD that I did this. My skin cleared up, my health majorly improved, and I found a great balance that made my mind healthy as well. Mental health is HUGE in the overall health of one’s well-being and doesn’t get the necessary attention that it deserves. When all of this clicked for me is when I got pregnant.

And I’m so glad that I was eating healthy beforehand because I feel like I’m on the ultimate frat kid diet right now just trying to feed my sweet parasite. This babe loves cheeseburgers, french fries, pizza, Taco Bell, and the only chicken that is worthy is a fried chicken something from Chick Fil-A.  The friend of a friend said that she would start eating healthy once she found out she was pregnant and I told her to start now for this very reason.

There are a lot of misconceptions about eating while pregnant. One of the major ones for me is that I would have any control over it. For example, I  spit out 3 strawberries in a row because the being growing in me decided they were bad today. Pineapple and blueberries are good to go though. Good thing I didn’t buy the complete strawberry container like I debated. I heard a lot of women had issues with chicken and poultry and I remember thinking that is so bizarre but it can be so freaking true that it is annoying. Even seeing uncooked chicken in the store right now is enough to make my stomach flip.

Knowing these food aversions (which is such a simple word for such a violent feeling) which has also ruled out eating nice big, healthy salads, I’ve developed ways to make sure that I’m eating as balanced as humanely possible. I mix mushrooms into almost every cooked meal. If I eat a burger, I get it with as much of the works as I can handle, and I make sure that the lettuce and tomatoes are still on my tacos. I make Philly cheese steaks at home to make sure that I’m getting the vegetables that way too. The other day I made pepperoni rolls and sauteed spinach and was able to get the spinach down no problem. I joke that I’m already playing make a deal to get the kid to eat the necessary vegetables.

I’m also taking everything a day at a time. My energy levels have gotten better this week but I do hurt when I start to do too much. Right now I’m planning to walk a 5k on Saturday since the weather will be nice and to also test out to see how my body will handle 5ks for race season.

The race shirts that I got in an XL have come in handy so that I have something to be comfortable in after work.