It's a marathon, not a race!
Here I am sharing my day-to-day life again =). I hope you're not sick of it yet!
Today marks the 11 week mark of my son's birth, meaning almost 3 months. By now I thought I would have recuperated my fitness level and train BJJ again, but I guess I miscalculated a little. I didn't account for some variables in my equation, such as chronic lack of sleep and aches that just won't leave me alone.
And here's the thing - BJJ training is in the evenings from 6.00 pm to 8.00 pm, and right now I'm in bed by 9.00 pm. Also, my baby needs to be fed at 6.00 pm, and then I need to also eat something, feed my furry babies (who probably feel a bit neglected), walk my dog, clean the cat litter, do laundry, etc. You get the picture....late afternoons and evenings are pretty busy for me.
I also feel like time is escaping me.
I'm trying to get some work done during the day, but tasks that used to take only 5 minutes now take half an hour. Like emailing a client for instance. I try to work a little here and there during my son's naps, but constant interruptions (like needing to change a diaper, having to plug a pacifier back into my baby's mouth, pumping milk to prepare for his next meals, etc. keep getting in the way of efficiency.
I'm not making excuses! I have been working out again, just not BJJ yet...
A friend of mine who just started her fitness program and I, are training together every other day at our gym downstairs, and we keep each other motivated. She wants to lose weight, and I'm on a similar journey. I've been enjoying these workouts which are targeting a different muscle group each time, and I'm surprised at how sore I get the next day. Our last workout was legs, and this was 2 days ago. I still can't stretch my hamstrings out completely!
If I'm being completely honest, I thought I would achieve my goal faster, but I have to keep reminding myself that it's a marathon, not a race. I don't have a deadline, and nobody to impress but myself. I've created a life, and that has left its mark on my body forever. Will I ever fit into my skinny jeans again? Who knows! But I have to accept that it is what it is, and I can't be too hard on myself. A smile from the little guy I produced makes it all seem extremely insignificant.
Here's a pic of this week's progress.
Even though you may not see a lot of difference compared to last week, I can definitely feel it! I feel much stronger. My abs are back to their normal functioning, and I can start giving my 100% again, without limitations which makes me happy! I have my goal and I'm going to stick to it!
I will keep you guys posted =)