I’ve been meaning to write a follow up to my boot camp post for awhile. I wish I had a great inspirational story to tell, but alas, it seems that my dreams of sweating and crying in the 100+ degree Texas sun 2 times a week have been dashed by a life currently full of logistic complications. You see, in order for me to make it to boot camp Justin had to leave work early one day a week to get home to the babies so I could leave. Unfortunately (blessing in disguise?), for the 4 weeks of boot camp he was unable to do so because of deadlines and work retreats and events, etc. I was a little disappointed the first week, but then I just sort of chalked it up to a “what will be will be” kind of moment and moved on. I’d still like to gain strength in my arms and legs, but a more realistic approach might be some dvd’s I can watch at home.

But I have no idea what they were made for. I’ve gone and signed myself up for four weeks of boot camp. I start tomorrow. Its been so long (i.e. never) since I formally exercised that I had to go buy myself a pair of athletic shoes in my current shoe size (yes, the last pair I owned were purchased before my feet had stopped growing), a couple sports bras, and running shorts. Seriously, what are they going to do to me? I have no clue.

So why am I doing this to myself? The melting away of pregnancy weight that I heard tell of has definitely happened, I actually weigh a little less now than I did when I got pregnant. Chalk it up to constantly lifting three 10-12 pound babies up and down, barely having time to eat a regular meal, and making 50-60 ounces of milk each day. But, my muscles are non-existent, I get tired just from carrying a car seat 50 ft with a 10 pound baby in it, my thighs are jello jigglers and my internal organs are literally hanging over my waist band. If I’m gonna keep up with these kids as they get older I have to have more stamina and strength, and I would love to at least have the illusion of a nice flat stomach when its covered up by clothes even though the extra elephant skin will always be there. I’m going to have to be careful with what exercises I do because I do have some abdominal muscle separation as a result of my uterus growing to the size of a hot air balloon. Thus, the internal organs hanging over my waist band and forcing my belly button to remain an outie.

I’m pretty nervous about tomorrow, but also excited. I figure if I can handle being pregnant with triplets for 7 months I can handle this for 1 month right? I’m excited to gain some control over my body and I really hope that I learn how to exercise properly so I can continue taking care of myself after its over.

And when that’s all done I’ll make the time to Windex this mirror, yikes.