Riot and Frolic

If you'd like to listen to me complain, this is your day.  Your very special day.

Most of you know I had another adorable little baby about six months ago.

She's a total goon.

And while I obviously love and cherish all my little hellions, they are also wreaking havoc on my body. Not to mention the G and I were getting some really great results at competitions… in my first trimester.  

Oh, did you forget?  I'm a ballroom dancer.  

Each time I've popped out one of God's children, I've had to reaffirm my love of vegetables and whole foods and exercise (AKA "being good") to regain some semblence of dancer-like physique, as opposed to the "normal person" diet I would always adopt by my third trimester.  

And while I love my job, wearing the form-fitting dresses that go with performing is one hell of a reality check on my post-partum fitness.

Boo.

I started running and strength training to get in better shape for dancing for reals four weeks ago.  Like, running 2-4 miles four times a week, and working out 6 times a week.  *barfing noise*  And while that is neat and all, by the time I get to practice, I feel like my legs/arms/back is going to FALL OFF because I'm so exhausted.  Yes, my back will FALL OFF.  That's tired, people.  

And it turns out, if you want to lose weight and get "tightened", you can't eat Nutella on Ritz crackers every day.  *GASP!*  I know.  I know.  It's a shocker.  

 So, this girl, who's weaknesses include fried foods, chocolate, and sitting around DOING NOTHING, is…

• getting up every morning and running around the neighborhood while being yelled at that I'm on the sidewalk (long story, some other day) 
• eating a salad and a protein-packed smoothie for breakfast (chia seeds?  yes?  no?  we'll talk) 
• practicing for two hours where we do at least 2 rounds and lots of actual dancing while the ladies run around the studio and build enormous forts from all the chairs in the ballroom 
• eating a salad with chicken and a piece of fruit for lunch while trying to negotiate with the ladies that they should eat their freaking mac 'n' cheese (CHEESE!  NOODLES!  BUTTER!  WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?)
• organizing games and forts and book reading and learnin' and "field trips" after naptime while eating string cheese and almonds for a snack instead of chips and chocolate and everything delicious
• making dinner of brown rice and salsa and some meat product (what a treat!)

and finally, topping off the day…

• doing a strength training workout that literally has me falling over at least 2 times either from the lack of balance required or being dead tired, every time I go through it. 

I would definitely rather wake up late, eat some doughnuts, putz around the studio for a half an hour doing an imitation of practicing, take a nap or two at home, eat some McDonald's and then imbibe a big ol' vanilla soy latte with an extra shot from Starbucks while perusing the children's section at B&N.

Yeah, so like I said, being good is the WORST.   

On the plus side, I'll probably kick your ass on the dance floor.

*smirk*