Confession: I’m kind of an exercisephobic. I know. Exercisephobic is not a word. Hear me out anyway.
This week I tried yoga, and I was actually really excited about it. Yoga just looks cool. It seems like a good workout without being so… terrible. Plus, I was ecstatic to have a whole hour to myself in the evening (you know, 30 minutes of yoga and 30 minutes to shower). Hallelujah.
I have several events in the coming months for which I need to lose like 20 lbs. of baby weight. Not only do I need to look awesome in a bridesmaid dress this summer, I have to wear a swimsuit in Las Vegas for a bachelor/bachelorette party in which both the bride and groom are personal trainers. No pressure.
And so, I tried yoga. And I failed miserably.
am completely out of shape and have ZERO abdominal muscles due to my c-section, and my spine pretty much does not allow me to do anything other than stand with my arms above my head or lay on the floor. Not only did I finish my session without a drop of sweat, but I felt completely defeated.
I’m just an exercise failure. And it’s really frustrating.
I haven’t always been this way. In fact, I used to consider myself semi-athletic. I played basketball through middle school, and even
had a year of insanity and ran varsity cross country my freshman year in high school. I was the captain of the color guard and winter guard all throughout high school, which is above and beyond when it comes to flexibility, strength and artistry.
I mean, check me out (circa 2006).
In college, I was on the university dance team for one season. I’m pretty sure that’s the only exercise I got the entire time. In fact, I remember going to my required gym class in college to get the attendance points, and then walking out the door to breakfast when everyone else went down to the treadmills. UIndy has an amazing waffle bar. Who could blame me?
Before I got pregnant, I got a crazy hair and decided to walk the OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini-Marathon. For those of you that know me, the fact that I not only signed up to walk 13.1 miles, but actually joined a gym to train, is shocking. Like I said, a total wild hair.
I thought I was going to die between miles 8 and 13, but I finished. And I’m damn proud of myself. But I can almost say with 100 percent confidence that this was the last time that I worked out, which is sad.
So, I need your help. I need suggestions for an exercise program/routine that meets the following requirements:
1. Doesn’t take a lot of time (because Lord knows I don’t have time for anything right now)
2. Can be done in my home
3. Accommodates my spine, and its lack of flexibility
4. Will make my stomach look kickass in a bikini… stretch marks and all
Got it? GO! Suggest something! Leave me a note in the comments. Puhleez. I beg of you.