Pant!

Anyone who knows anything about me, pre-pregnancy would know that I prided myself in being fit and limber. I ran long distances for fun- took part in charity runs, triathlons, duathlons , I thought an ideal life was doing ballet 3 hours a day in the morning followed by pilates and I loved achy mucles. And I prided myself in having an average pulse rate of 40 something.

All that's gone to naught now.

Don't even talk about running (I think I'm banned from that anyway), I get breathless climbing stairs up to anywhere now where previously, I didn't break out into sweat climbing all the flights of stairs to my apartment. It's extremely tragic and comical from Packrat's point of view because I think finally, I know how he feels when I take off on a run and yell like a drill sergeant for him to keep up with me.

Sometimes I marvel at the changes that have occurred to me and am amazed at them because they're so drastic. A year ago, I would not have gone near chocolate milk, even though it's not all that foul because of the chocolate. Now, I drink it religiously. I haven't gone all that far to actually drink those foul concoctions like Anmum or Enfamum (although my brother very slyly put an Enfamum decal on our car when we were away). I've also given up wearing my 3 inch heels but that one, basically I was forced into conceeding because they got too uncomfortable and gave me leg cramps. And the size I have become! I'm the size of a small house now! I found some photos where I was tanned and lanky looking and there's none of that in sight! Not in my eyes anyway.

I'm not all that certain if I'll ever get back to being a size 2 with a pulse in the mid 40s but I sure do hope that I'll be able to run the 10 km again and not pant when I climb those stairs. I know motherhood changes one's life completely but I'm hoping that some parts of it remain recognizable.

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