I’m not a fitness expert by any means, I just find it helpful to see what is working for other people and so thought I’d put out there what is working for me so far this time around. Is it just me- or does it get harder and harder each time you start over?? I started in December. Not the traditional time to get started- but who said you have to wait til the new year like everyone else. I had just finished a health challenge (more on that later) and successfully lost 6% of my body weight with just changing my eating habits. I felt ready to get my body moving again.
When getting started a few things that worked for me were to:
- Find a buddy: I talked to my old gym buddy and we decided it was time to try this workout out thing again. We both liked how it made us feel and both were ready to get started once again. It is soo much easier to go when you have someone else planning on you.
- Set a Time/Schedule That Works FOR You: We decided to start with twice a week- and boy am I glad we did. I don’t think I could have handled any more. Between a toddler and an infant who both weren’t sleeping super great twice a week was all I could handle. And add in that we had to go before our husbands headed to work meant we were leaving our houses at 5:25 am.
- Give Yourself Some Grace: You are creating a new habit, it will take time so don’t beat yourself up when you don’t reach your expectations. If you have committed to going and are going more often than not, you are doing great! In fact you are doing superb! :)
A brief report of the first month. The first day was HARD. The alarm when off and as I was lying in bed trying to pull myself out to get ready my friend text saying she wouldn’t be able to make it. I debated and debated with myself if I should still try to go alone. I decided to wait until Thursday because I might be tired later on in the day from waking up so early (now mind you my 4 month old at this point was up nursing about every hour from 9pm to about 1am). That day I regretted my decision. All. Day. Long. I kicked myself for not going. Thursday we went and I felt so good. I was able to move my body, but not so much that I couldn’t move my body later in the following days.
That regret I had turned into motivation. The next time she wasn’t able to go, I went alone. Things went well until Christmas. It just had to fall on a Thursday didn’t it. So that week I went on Friday. All was good until New Years. Thursday again. So Friday I’ll go, right? wrong. I’ll be honest, I have struggled with consistency since then. I have gone here and there, but the consistency hasn’t been the same. That is where #3 comes in again. I know I am trying and doing the best I can and therefore I give myself grace. Grace because I know I have not given up and have just hit a bump in the road. My toddler has regressed in his night time sleeping and it has been a long tiring process trying to get it all figured out.