So we have started a new work out regime which is pretty crazy (there is no other word for it really). I mean it’s right there in the title “Insanity Max 30”. What is great about it and what we really “like” (in the very general meaning of the word) is that it is only a 30 minute long work out. Half an hour, six days a week (I know, almost every day), we don’t really have any excuses not to fit that into even our busy schedules (and trust me we want to, make up excuses that is).
The thing is, these work-out are so intense (and insane), they want you to max out which translates into literally giving up. If you don’t, your body will. Think you will last thirty minutes? Forget about it, then you are not doing it right, and it’s all about “form” and doing it “correctly” rather than rushing through the exercises without “form”, “sloppingly” (yup, that’s a word…well, it is now!). Think you will do it correctly? Forget about it, these guys in the DVDs are pros, their stamina and strength are insane (literally as the title says, don’t believe me?, I challenge you; try it!) and even they “max out”. They do have a “moderator” who does a simpler version of the exercises, I love him/her (not a transgender thing, nothing wrong with that, but it’s just sometimes a girl moderator only to be a guy moderator the next day, but not the same person!).
Anyways we have been doing these exercises following along the crazy work out sessions on the DVDs for four weeks now (FOUR!) and I’m not even allowed to “cheat” with the moderators any more (stuff just got real). There is no way I can jump like freaking superheroes (more like fly) or be that manically intense, but I’m really trying my hardest to follow along. My husband and I both have certain exercises we simply CANNOT do (it’s like our bodies weren’t designed to bend like that or something) but some things he can do that I can’t and (yes!) some things I can do, that he can’t (ta da!) I also still can’t for the life of me do a standard push-up. I’m so ashamed to admit this and can’t believe I am, but the whole “down all the way, up all the way”, CAN…NOT…BE…DONE. In the same way I can’t physically do a pull up I guess. Okay, I’m already disclosing too much and who cares anyways right!? (Did I mention I have a doctors degree and am raising two wild kids?…oh, good!)
I don’t like to admit this either, because we do have other stuff in common (of course we do) but we are totally bonding over these work outs and strength training, hubby and I. I might not be a “sporty work out person” per say (ha ha ha ha, insert laughing/crying emoji here) but what I am is stubborn and I do not give up easily (ask anyone who knows me).
I know how you look doesn’t matter (as long as you are healthy etc, but will someone please tell our society and social media that!?) but who doesn’t want to slim down a bit in the summer time. I have never really “rocked” a bikini (even if some nice souls would disagree and compliment my curves-truth is I simply might have too many-curves) but I have looked “fine” in one (as in okay not fiiiine, if you catch what I’m trying to say) but after two kids….
I’m am not going to blame these wonderful, beautiful children of mine though (well…) but pregnancy and childbirth (add nursing) does nothing for your looks (add “mom pouch”). I do want to become “tighter”, more in shape, leaner and better, who doesn’t, seriously? And there is no miracle pill to take…
An individual promoting these work out DVDs said that they worked so well even “my muscles now have muscles”. Not that I want “muscles” exactly but let’s just say in my case I don’t have to worry about that, I just don’t want my “mom pooch to have a mom pooch ” eh…? Or something like that.
I have been “into” working out since my husband, then boyfriend, gave me a trainer for my first birthday as his girlfriend. I know some of my friends (and mom) gasped; “the nerve of him” but to everybody’s surprise, most of all my own, it turned out to be a great, useful gift! I loved it (again, might be a strong word to describe it, maybe a more passionate love/hate relationship is more accurate). Over the years, I have become great friends with my trainer (and even if I told her at our first session that I didn’t want to sweat, I have been sweating plenty since) and I have seen her 1-4 times a week for six years through both my pregnancies, move from apartment to house, child births (four between us), parties and celebrations and I still push (!) harder when she mentions the magic words “bikini body”.
I don’t think that I will ever get a “bikini body” (whatever that means, and please I resent those words as much as the next gal…and what are we really teaching our daughters…and all that), because of my ginormous thighs…but there is definitely room for improvement (major).
For this Fourth of July, celebrating with my hubby’s family (pretty ginormous too-the family I mean not the family members… at all) at the beach I want to at least be able to squeeze into one (bikini that is). Not that anybody is judging a mama of two with a baby…but for myself…ME people!
So after this crazy, insane work out regime and watching my diet and buying a new swimsuit (or two) I …still went swimming in my t-shirt and shorts…
But I’ll tell you one thing, I embraced where I was and who I was with. I went in the ocean with my kids, I played on the beach, I buried my (newly tortured… I mean painted) nails in the sand and I had FUN!!!
Hope you all had a great 4th of July Weekend and flaunted what you have mamas!! (mom pooch or not)
“Even my muscles have muscles”
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