I never gave up and am still at the gym 4-5 nights a week, even if it's a highly modified schedule (mainly elliptical and stair-stepper) with the pregnancy and all.
I feel like a blubbery whale when I go to the gym - especially when I do the stupid thing and compare myself to the others there. I've never been a fan of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors in the place, so I'm always hoping that one of the two only machines in the place NOT strategically placed in front of mirrors are open. But I am very proud of myself that I haven't given up on working out, even at 36 weeks.
Mark and I are going to start working on our race training plan for the big Turkey Day 10K in mid-September and may do a 5K or two before then, but we shall see. I know I'll need a plan once I'm given the green light to start back at it again or I'll fall to the wayside. While I've used a different training schedule in the past, this time around I think we're going to go with the Hal Higdon plans, which will take about 16 weeks (The first 8 for a 5K schedule, and the second 8 to tack on the 10K), so we will see how that goes. We both just need to set a goal, and I think we'll do just fine with it. I love that there are 3 rest days built in, and one longer walk day built in per week, which will be great to take the baby in the stroller one the weather gets nicer out, so it won't feel like we're just training non-stop.
This picture is my motivation for what's to come:
It's not my "skinniest ever" picture, but it's where I was comfortable with my body, and definitely do-able in 2012.
I know it's a far cry from where I am right now:
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