I've had a little trouble losing the rest of my pregnancy weight this time, especially in the middle. My third pregnancy was a doozy. I felt like my belly would fall off any minute. So, I guess it's no surprise that I'm fighting to fit into my pants.
I've wanted to go to Curves or the Y, or something like that for awhile. I just can't justify spending the money, or uprooting the kids to take them to the Y. Our lives are already busy enough. Sunday night, Matt had an idea that I feel really good about. He suggested that I prep dinner ahead of time and take a good long brisk walk as soon as he gets home from work. 3 out of the last 4 days I have done that and I love it. Usually by the time Matt gets home, I'm in need of some alone time and this is a perfect combo of alone time and exercise. I listen to a podcast by Focus on the Family or something else that's edifying and I walk my butt off (ha ha).
The unexpected bonus has been that I have more energy and a better attitude than I did before this new plan. I feel so much better. Looking back, I think I was fighting some mild depression, due to being cooped up. Go figure. So maybe if I don't lose any weight, at least I'll feel better.
What's really funny, is that I don't really have any hip exercise gear, so if you see me walking down St. Elmo Ave, please don't laugh at my goofy get-up, at least don't let me see you laugh. You can laugh all you want to when I'm not around.