I was watching Oprah’s first episode in this week’s “Best Life” series in which she and trainer Bob Greene are talking about “getting on the wagon.” While I’m obviously not trying to lose weight today, there were two great points they brought up that struck me as important to how I’m living right now.
I have to admit that I’ve been feeling a bit … frustrated, shall we say? about my level of physical activity these days. Before I got pregnant, I had visions of continuing my 3-day-a-week weight routine, swimming and cardio. I saw myself as being one of those incredibly fit, fabulously energetic pregnant women. Then we moved. I didn’t get a gym membership and I resigned myself to walking the dogs and doing yoga tapes at home. It’s not like a turned into a pastry-eating sloth, but it hasn’t been the sweat-busting workouts I had penciled for myself.
Now with “just” 15 weeks to go in my pregnancy, I’m starting to feel like “it’s too late” to be this healthy vision I had. Bob Greene said today that once we determine it’s too late for something, we’ve given up. There’s no hope. I don’t want to have no hope. 15 weeks is a long time! I have time to take longer walks – trek up the stairs at the beach park – do more yoga tapes! I can still be the athletic, healthy woman I know I am!
Second item of note: Oprah made comment about how regardless of how poorly she had treated her body in the past year – it still performed for her, still carried her through her daily life. And she was grateful for that. That struck me.
I might have thickening thighs and a jiggly butt … but my body is growing a healthy baby boy. It is performing a task like none other – and doing a damn fine job of it, I might add. I’m grateful for this body and all it’s strength and wellness. Cellulite and all.
