 Throughout my life, I never thought of myself as someone who was "accomplished." Don't get me wrong- I had my daily routine but nothing within it really consisted of anything that would make someone sit up and say "wow, that girl is really doing something." I was always smart, did well in school and in my professional life. However, there have always been things that I wanted to do, but nothing really got me off my derierre and got me to put wheels in motion. That all changed after I had my son. Why the change? Why then? Quite simply, I was tired! Tired of what? Everything!! It wasn't just the "new mom-sleep deprived" type of exhaustion. I was uncomfortable and FAT! I was tired of not being able to cross my legs and have my leg slip off only a moment later. I was tired of wearing skirts and feeling like i needed to call the fire department because the friction of my thigh skins rubbing together would cause a fire. I was tired of not having energy. Can you imagine- I was actually tired of being tired!! As if that weren't enough - most of all I was tired of my own attitude. I wanted energy, not only to get through my day with my son and my hubby, but enough energy to say i got thru it and actually enjoyed myself. I wanted to do things!
During my pregnancy, I gained 60lbs. Yeah that's right and yeah I said it! Whoever said you can eat whatever you want during pregnancy must have had a plastic surgeon on speed dial in the delivery room. NO CAN DO! You can't eat a whole pint of ice cream even if its low-fat. Whatever fat is in there always has to hit your body somewhere! Of course, I allowed myself the obligatory 3 month " 1st time Mom Adjustment Period" (isn't that what its officially called?) by the end of which I was ready to pull my hair out and was feeling very lonely. That's another thing they don't mention in the "What to Expect" books- how alone you feel, spending a whole day alone with your kid, talking to them and actually getting mad when no one responds. And in my case, my husband works crazy long hours which means days of this on end. So you can imagine my need for adult interaction often resulted in long, often uncomfortable conversations with cashiers at the supermarket, the poor shlub who waited on me at the bagel store, the UPS guy delivering gifts- you get the jist. Finally and not a moment too soon, my best friend (and savior) told me about this program she was doing in VA. I decided it was time to make things happen for myself. I went to my first Stroller Strides class alone (with Jonah of course but without friend accompaniment). I went into it thinking what most of us probably did- a walk in the park. Well, LA DE DA it wasn't!!! Let's just say that muscles I had never used woke up and said "Finally! Some attention." I was sore for DAYS! Despite my soreness and the weird way I was walking because of it- I went back. Not only did I go back to that class, but I sought out other locations. I went more than once a week. I started forcing myself & Jonah out of the house each morning to Stroller Strides because I knew that if I didn't, my apartment would devour me and I would devour everything in it. Once I got the ball rolling, getting myself to Stroller Strides became my priority. I can honestly say it has changed my outlook on my life. With Stroller Strides in my life, I accomplish 3 things everytime I go - I get myself off the couch, I get fit, and I meet new people. What keeps me motivated 2 years after starting it? Why do I keep at it? The reasons are endless, but here is a short list;
Thanks for being one of my cheerleaders, Adele! Love, Lisa (Lisa has been a Stroller Strides member since August 2010 and continues to inspire us all)
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