Get ready to laugh as my MamaToner Aimee writes about her 25 lb weight loss journey. She is one of the most sarcastic and funny people I know. I take pride in my ability to read people after only 30 seconds to a minute. My initial thoughts about Aimee was that she was miserable, hated me, hated the program, and hated life. She was so negative that I thought she was joking, but I don’t think she was. I was shocked to see her back a couple days later. But that was a long time ago and now we laugh at that first day.
Aimee is now one of the most consistent clients I have, coming at least 4 times per week. Her favorite workout is what I call “Body Pump on Crack,” many hate the workout because it uses about a 100 lb bar and is very exhausting, but Aimee requests it each time I see her and gets excited when I announce that we are going to do the “bar” workout.
So be encouraged, be inspired, and get ready to laugh as Aimee shares her story!
I’d like to blame the baby. But, to be honest, I only gained 18 pounds during my pregnancy because I was sick all 10 months. (That is right, boys, pregnancy is 40 weeks, 10 months, not the 9 that they would like us to believe.) After my 47 hours of labor followed by my emergency C-section I could finally eat. And eat I did. I lost those 18 pounds within the first post partum month. But I felt that I needed to make up for all of those months of eating that I had missed out on…reclaiming what I (mistakenly) believed was my right as a woman – to eat everything and anything in whatever quantities I desired. (Think fried cheese sticks and apple fritters, and who wants to food journal that). Also I was breastfeeding and thought (also, mistakenly) that I could eat those extra 500 calories a day and perhaps even lose a little weight.
Well, along with my pregnancy came an addiction to elastic waistbands, which, no doubt, I will always find delightful. Easy on, easy off.
But I digress…. Thanks to elastic waistbands, I didn’t really notice those pounds creeping up. Actually, it felt more like an ambush than a creep. I was tired and ensconced in all things baby. After all, wasn’t I owed this orgy of eating? Isn’t there some sort of karmic reward for having a baby?
So you can imagine my shock, when I finally got on a scale for the first time in more than a year after having my daughter, only to realize, that I weighed more than I did when I was pregnant? What about karma? Curse you, comfy elasticized clothes!
Most people would probably would start considering diet and exercise at this point. I, however, am not one of those people. I am lazy. Here is a list of options where I thought the weight loss answer laid:
Amphetamines ( not so good for the hair, and not so good in the breast milk)
Tape worm (promising, but not pretty coming out)
Stomach stapling (actually needed to gain weight to be considered a candidate)
Nicotine gum (tastes nothing like the gum I was used to)
Cigarettes (didn’t need a new expensive habit – and smoking stopped looking cool a couple of years ago)
Diet pills (no truly effective ones on the market)
Alli (it says anal leakage right there on the label, so….ummmm, no)
So after I had to cross off all of my initial ideas off the list I began considering the exercise route. I tried Pilate-ing my way back to no avail. Then about 9 months ago I ran into my friend C. who I hadn’t seen in a couple months. She had sculpted hollowed out cheekbones. She looked awesome. She said she had been going to Mamatone. I was intrigued by the premise and going to a class that was all women. But mostly I envied C.’s physique.
I tried out a class a few weeks later.
The first class was as inauspicious as it gets. I was exhausted after the warm up. Then, I could barely do any of the exercises. I was miserable and didn’t try to hide it. My conversation with Dustin that day was like an anti-Oscar awards speech. It went much like this “Dustin, I think that I hate you. I hate this class. I hate exercise. I hate everyone in this class. And I will probably never come back.” I then not so discreetly threw up.
But I did go back. And while I did throw up again (actually 3 more times) I have gone consistently since. I am now down 25 pounds and feel like I am well on my way to looking great. I am stronger and have more energy to chase around my two year old. And now there are days where I am pleading with Dustin to add more weight – yes – me asking Dustin to please make it harder.
Finally, spending time with the other women in the class gives me a sense of community. I feel accountable not only to myself to come to class, but to the other women with whom I am developing friendships. While motherhood is incredibly rewarding, it can also be very isolating. It is reassuring to be around other people who can empathize with notonly what’s going on with my body but with life experiences as well.
I am not saying that I still don’t think about that tapeworm from time to time. Or that I don’t try and convince the childcare people to feign that my daughter needs me so I can get out of doing cardio. But I am well on my way to making exercise a habit and find that I miss going to class when I am unable to go.
See you again in 25 lbs. !