Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 21 February 2014

Yay it's Friday! The good news is I can officially train for baby #3 by doing the exact same workout I have been doing. No need to add weights or resistance or anything. Apparently part of the program is automatically having the weight and resistance added for you. I don't know if its the distribution of weight changing or what but my calves are killing me!! Maybe its the waddling... If I clench my butt while I waddle will that shrink??

I'm half tempted to get my bodymedia membership renewed for a month or two just so I can see what I burn and what I should be consuming. The website doesn't say anything about it not being recommended and one of the pregnancy fitness sites had the same question but no real answer. One girl did say she uses it and it shows she burns an extra 200 calories a day just by being pregnant. Part of the reason I'm so curious is when I stick to around 1800 calories I'm starving. I don't know if this is all in my head or not. Since I'm starving for ramen noodles and frozen cherries at the moment it could all be in my head. It couldn't hurt. If I get all the weird whats that questions again I can just tell people its a pregnancy tracking device. If they ask anything else.. well its top secret and I can't tell them. It's good to have conspiracy theories floating around the office. It keeps people from falling asleep.

As part of operation healthy pregnancy / training to chase 3 kids instead of 2 I've decided I need a rewards system to keep me working out every day. For every day I workout.. I get $2. There is a new pair of sketchers I want that's $65.. by the time my feet get nice and fat I will need a new pair of comfy shoes anyways :) Then well.. by the time I get to the next pair I will be ready for skinny shoes again. It's a thing.. I should know. I started stretching out all my old shoes with little man so I switched to flip flops.. That and well.. you can put on flip flops without bending over or yelling "HONEY COME TIE MY SHOE!!!" Nothing sexier than asking your husband to tie your shoe because you can't see your feet anymore.. or touch them.. or well.. attempt to touch them.