I must remember that there have been good days and bad days throughout. And I will continue to have good days ... I will remember this on days like today, when I think this out "working out" thing must be drawing to a close, that I'm too big, and have no energy left. When I can't imagine dragging myself another step...
On my way to the gym today, I almost convinced myself to bypass it entirely, get the groceries, go home, and go to bed. I was tired. Despite the big sleep-in this morning. But I kept going, and managed this circuit:
4 rounds:
Row - 500 m (2:50, 2:43, 2:38, 2:32 -- slow because tired, but at least I improved!)
Push-ups* - 25, 20, 18, 18
15 RDLS - 50, 60, 65 lbs (I only did 3 rounds; my hands and back were toast)
* I have a new and improved method for pregnant push-ups: knees on a step bench, hands on 10 lb dbs (gives extra inches and takes some strain off the wrists), lower myself 'til my belly touches the floor (resulting in an elbow bend of much further than 90 degrees). These are considerably harder than the regular girlie push-ups -- as the numbers show. (The 1st set was done without the dbs and my belly didn't quite touch, so I was able to do a few extra.)
Weigh-in: 157. The extra weight is water, and it's all in my hands. That's what it feels like, anyway. Yuck.
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