A Bend-y Body

Over the last eight-or-so-months, I’ve lost sixty-plus pounds – not to shabby, eh? I did, however, lose about 20 of that in about 20 minutes once my son was born 😉

I haven’t really achieved any fitness ideal though. I’m not terribly unhappy with my current shape or size but I was getting used to being so much more before baby number two. I’m able to squeeze in some moderate exercise ( I’ve accepted it will be a bit further into the future before I can resume my gym rat ways ) but I have this nagging urge to flex, bend and twist! Start fixing to do it and uggghhhh…. Stinging! Burning! Pulling!

Resting in a stretch with elbows under knees at our former – cramped – apartment in 2010. Apologies for the ancient looking photo 🙂

A dream of mine in recent years was to offer ‘flexibility training’ – for fitness, for athletes. I would often strike up a conversation with folks at the gym who were intrigued by my thorough stretching – I am no yogi – I just think most bendy people probably don’t practice at the gym. Most of my ‘flexibility training’ came from a young lifetime of soccer and from my various coaches. Through the years it became a daily practice; never did I exercise without stretching. My form may not be perfect as I have never formally trained in any respect; I choose to continue a stretch if it feels good and discontinue / alter a stretch if it doesn’t… Listening to my body… Learning what makes it happy… I have been quite flexible; all with practice of course. Initially, it was a regimen. But as each stretch became easier to hold for extended time I found myself adjusting slightly to the nearest muscle and would start there at my next practice. Over time I developed a way to pull each muscle and thoroughly enjoyed each practice, stretching usually for at least an hour, sometimes two, most nights (after The Boy was in bed).

Lying in a stretch – photo snapped by my husband in 2010.

Once The Baby formed his little body in mine, exhaustion forced my hand, and though I bought/borrowed many a pregnancy yoga DVD, I was too exhausted to care after working full time and generally single parenting The Boy since The Man was working 60 plus hours in a week. Eight months later now, I thought I’d at least be close to be former bendy body. But it seems I forgot what little time is available with newborns around 🙂

I have decided to make a commitment! (!!!)

Instead of just hoping I’ll “have time later”, I am going to make time! I am going to give myself thirty days to make some progress. I will commit to stretching every other day and will have my photographer (a.k.a. My Sissy) catalog where I am throughout.

I am fed up with finding the time to sneak to the gym but being to embarrassed about my straining to stretch in front of others.

I am tired of feeling locked into place.

So ready for the freeing of my limbs. Ready to feel each muscle gently lengthen again.

I’ve just got to persevere past that initial burn to unlock happiness!

Wish me luck!