I’ve had a problem getting some decent heart pumping exercise over the years.

Let me fill you in on some of  the very real and some of  the very lame excuses I have been recording in my head.

Since I became a Mum, well actually since I conceived, I have not been partaking in one of my favourite forms of exercise. Bushwalking/hiking. This was the most constant form of exercise for me out of anything (yet still somewhat erratic). It’s really tough to get out there when your head is hanging over a toilet bowl for 9 months, yes everyday barr 8 of  ‘em for 9 months. And still the nausea was incapacitating on those 8 days. Pregnancy is not a pretty sight for me or anyone within spitting distance.

Immediately AFTER my 29 hr labour with 2 min contractions for many, many hours with a couple of  brief 10 minute interludes thrown in, I felt like I could climb Mt. Everest. I only threw up one more time, was back to my usual weight and could touch my toes again and see them. Well, I might have felt as though I could climb that big old mountain, but now there was another excuse for my lack of decent exercise. I had somewhat of an attachment that prevented me from doing much of anything at all for myself. She was (still is) a beautiful, 5lb 140z (2668 g ) bundle that required oxygen for several days after the birth. (more…)