I’m back to report on the progress of healing my diastasis recti. (In case you missed it, here’s part one.) What I am discovering is this is a slow, slow process, that doesn’t just involve doing some special exercises. I’m pretty frustrated that I’m not seeing more progress (progress photos are at the bottom of the post), but I also don’t think I’m working as hard as I could be.
The other day, I saw a photo of myself that someone else had snapped during one of my fitness classes. I barely recognized myself. The woman I saw in the photo looked like she was about 3 months pregnant! Say WHAT?! Let me be clear…I am NOT pregnant. No way. I am very much enjoying calling my body my own right at the moment. And, I definitely don’t feel pregnant – I really don’t want to look it.
Or, how a SAHM works on her fitness.
In my pre-baby life, I was a self-proclaimed gym rat. I spent anywhere from 10-12 hours a week lifting weights, training for races, blowing off steam…and I loved it. The gym was my happy place. If I had something going on in the evening, I’d get up at 4:30am and do my workout in the morning. Sometimes I’d get up and run 4-5 miles in the morning, then go to the gym after work and lift for another 30 minutes. And, I kept this “pace” throughout most of my first pregnancy.