If you’re here, I’m guessing you probably saw my abs on Instagram and want my secret. Well lucky for you all you have to do is buy my flat tummy tea for 6 installments of $49.99 and you too can look like me!!
Lmao NOT. The secret really isn’t a secret. You have to work your ass off. And disclaimer: I am not an expert. I am not a personal trainer. I do not have a degree in nutrition. This is just what worked for me.
First off, I think it’s important to know that not every form of exercise is what’s best for every person. I used to be a cross country runner. I’ve ran 2 half marathons. And guess what? I was still soft. I had no definition in my abs. At best, it upped my metabolism and gave me a rounder butt. I have also lifted weights. I felt a little stronger but doing it alone at the gym made it difficult to lift heavy and be consistent (aka quitting when I got tired). I have always benefited from group classes. I am competitive at heart and if the person next to me is killing it then I’m definitely not gunna be the wussy next to them that quits.
That being said, I think spin class is what made me fall in love with exercising. Imagine a dark room, loud ass music, a fit instructor telling you “you’ve got this!” And a whole room of other people working their ass off. Now that’s motivating. And I totally get that things like soul cycle are expensive AF but most offer free trials so just try it! Bounce around to different studios using the free trials and then decide if you can swing it. Your health is worth it!
Flywheel was my jam during my entire pregnancy with Miller and oh. My. God. The difference in an active Vs non active pregnancy is mind blowing. With Navy, I put on 50lbs, had high blood pressure, was crazy swollen and all around felt awful. With Miller, I gained a healthy 30lbs, never had to take off my wedding ring, and felt all around great! The day after my due date I told my midwife “I’m ready to meet him, but I feel great!”
Anyway. That’s the back story. Fast forward to November 2017. I was 7 months post partum and not loving what I saw in the mirror. Enter this lovely “before” photo: