Beginning last Thursday I began going to participate in the Daniel Cruz Post Pregnancy Get Your Ass Right Workout Plan. Every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for two hours until Labor Day we will be training together. It will be quite interesting . . . {written on 7/21/11}
Fast forward a week. We ain't did nothing!! Two hours workouts, one crunch, a push-up -- Nada. I've been too tired! D reminds me everyday since last week that I've been losing weight -- yeah right-- I don't see it. I'm borderline depressed. This extra fat around my belly is the worst. I can deal with my shoe size increase and wider hips but a big gut and a big butt is not cute no way any day.
Everyday {Monday through Thursday} I wake up at 4:30 in the morning, pump, drink 16 ounces of water, and roll out to ride the 7:00 train into Manhattan. I teach my GED prep class until 1:00, then I go to Chipolte for lunch. I get back home at approximately 3:15. As soon as I get home I pump again, because at this point in my day I have lopsided tits and an extreme pressure on my chest. So I pump and relieve D of babysitting duties {really Lil' D and I go take a 2-3 hour nap}. Two days a week I tutor two little girls for an hour-- more prep. Come Friday I am drained. Every Friday I go to my hair stylist and sit in her chair nodding hard as she blows my hair straight.
What's a girl to do? I'm working like a Hebrew slave to maintain the lifestyle I've been accustomed, but I'm sacrificing the precious essential part of life-- sleep. Oh forgot to mention Lil D is not sleeping through the night yet so I'm up 3-4 times feeding her. AND I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT EASY ON MYSELF AND GIVE HER CEREAL BEFORE 6 MONTHS.
Woe is me . . .
