I know, I rarely post twice in one day. But after this morning, I was compelled.
Back in November I started doing The Dailey Method. I wanted something to help target those problem momma areas and I wanted something that was more affordable than Pilates (though I really love Pilates on the reformer). Well, I fell in love with it (and so did the hubs). The results after 30 days were amazing.
It did take me a while to get used to it — given I’ve been doing yoga for 10 years and alignment and breath are key in yoga — but once I accepted that The Dailey Method (TDM) was entirely different, I embraced it wholeheartedly.
Since being pregnant again I’ve been determined to continue with TDM. I love my studio – the owner and all the instructors are so awesome. It’s really a little community. Oh, and did I mention? They have childcare.
The last few weeks I’ve been going less often and then today I finally made it back. I missed my three weekly classes out of scheduling conflicts more than anything, but I also think that I’ve definitely turned a corner in the second half of this pregnancy.
I was really excited about going to class this morning. It was one of my favorite instructors and my favorite child care provider. So all would be great, right? Not so much.
Today’s class was so hard for me to do that I ended up leaving the class before “seat work” (aka, the butt). I had to pull out of poses multiple times and was getting light headed during thigh work. Oh, and I couldn’t bring my heart rate down. So I finally listened to my body (and my babies) and left.
This is the second time I’ve had to leave the class. The first time I stepped out, but went back in after about 10mins.
To be honest, it really makes me sad. I know that sounds weird, but I really love those classes. I was hoping that it would help me bounce back sooner after Thing 1 and Thing 2 are born. I was determined to stay strong throughout this pregnancy. I wanted to be a super momma. Sounds lame, I know, but I’m kind of obsessed about staying in shape and anyone who is close to me knows this (and now you all do to!). I’m not obnoxious about it or anything, but I work hard at it because keeping my body tuned, toned and healthy is important to me.
It was so upsetting that I ended up calling a handful a friends and left messages about the “news” after my class. I partially did it so I could take ownership of the fact that I needed to stop classes for now and also because I made me really sad. When the hubs called back and asked what was going on I cried (it’s okay, you can laugh now).
I went through a similar transition when I was pregnant with Thad. The big change for me there was not running. Early on during his pregnancy, running gave me some massive Braxton Hicks contractions so I needed to stop. This made me so mad. I was literally and unreasonably angry about it (the hubs reminded me of this, of course). But I listened to my body. Afterall, the most important thing is staying healthy for my babies so they can stay put for as long as possible (Thad ended up being 4.5 hours “late” from his due date).
I still have walking and swimming, but even those activities I’ve had to really scale back. What used to be a 2.5 mile walk every day with the dogs has turned into a two block walk maybe once a week. As for swimming, I used to swim for 60 minutes with limited breaks, and now I can only do 30-35 minutes with many, many, many breaks. And forget the spinning bike. I haven’t even gone there.
To make up for leaving the class early, I decided to take the dogs and Thad on a short two-block walk around the neighborhood and came across the most beautiful urban landscaping scene I’ve happened upon lately. This house always lets things go a bit wild, and their artichoke plant started flowering right below the stop sign. I walked past it and then stopped, turned around and took a quick picture because there really is something beautiful about knowing when to stop.