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I left my gym bag out in the rain the other night. Everything was drenched including my training log. I was reaching the end of the book anyway but this officially killed it. It’s been sitting on my table drying ever since & it is finally dry enough to carefully peel the pages apart & do a little analysis of my progress.

I started this log book on April 22nd, 2010 making me 18 months post-partum & weighing in at more than I am comfortable sharing (let’s just say NONE of the baby weight had left me).

Ending this log book on July 15th, 2011 I was 30lbs lighter & 28 weeks pregnant. I’m still not telling you my weight ’cause I suspect you can do the math.

Squatting has long been the most difficult lift for me. I started with box squats (squatting to a box with mats underneath it – as I progressed we removed mats until I the box was low enough that I was hitting depth) & 95lbs on the bar. I will admit right now that squatting brought me to tears more than once out of pure frustration at how slow my progress was.

We finally lost the box on November 2nd! That is over 6 months of weekly workouts to get my squat deep enough (the goal is hips below the knees or at least bringing the thigh parallel to the floor).

Last week my top set (heaviest of the day) was 175lbs for 6 reps.

We have found that I very much need to have some weight on the bar to help me getting to depth. With an empty bar I very much struggle to get deep enough. Interestingly the pregnancy has seemed to really help me in this respect because it has helped my hip flexibility in conjunction with attention to stretching. In February I competed & almost missed all 3 of my squat attempts due to depth but now most of my squats while training are deep enough.

Deadlift has long been my favourite lift ’cause it is my best one (how can you not like something you are good at?!).

At the start of this logbook I pulled 185lbs for 5 reps as my top set. Last week I pulled 220 for 5 reps on my top set. My form has improved here too with the improvements in my hip flexibility making it easier to get into a good starting position & to keep my hips down therefore not rounding my back so much.

Bench press has progressed from a lift I didn’t enjoy to one I look forward to. My first bench session had me pushing 100lbs for 3 reps. Last week I hit 105lbs for 10 reps. The numbers here don’t look very impressive but my form has improved significantly. It took many months to find my arch (in my back) & utilize my legs in the lift. This spring we backed my numbers off twice because of form issues but I’m pleased that I am working back up.

I have not tested one rep maxes for any of my lifts recently so currently my known one rep maxes are: Squat – 190lbs, Deadlift – 320lbs & Bench – 115lbs. I must admit I am anxious to be able to test these after our baby arrives as I think it will be interesting.

Lessons learned over the past 14 months:

1. Progress doesn’t tend to happen in nice, predictable, evenly-spaced steps. It’s more likely to be seen in leaps, plateaus & back-steps.

2. Perseverance takes concerted effort at times. It is SO much easier to stop & the world is happy to accept your excuses, in fact sometimes it seems the excuses are constantly being given to you.

3. Sometimes it is necessary to ignore those around you. This has become especially true since I found out I was pregnant. Everyone agrees that if you were doing it before you were pregnant you can continue it while pregnant – in theory. In practice very few actually believe this & I have spent the past 28 weeks fielding questions & concerns & doubts about whether or not I should be lifting at all.

4. It’s ok to cry in the gym, as long as you keep going. I haven’t shed tears there in some time but when I am pushing through a tough set & feeling like I cannot finish I can remember those times I cried but continued & pulled through & it gives me the strength to keep going. Those memories also remind me why it is important to stick with the workouts – I never want to go back to that out of shape place.

5. Building confidence in one area of your life really helps build it elsewhere. I think I hold myself taller & present with more confidence & life overall. I know there is something I am working hard at & getting results in. It boosts my morale.

I am excited to see what results the new logbook will reveal when I reach it’s end. It is interesting to see the numbers grow but it’s the memories of those workouts that are a big part of the progress. I can look at some of the numbers & see that there has been little improvement but I know that now I power through those accessory sets with strength & stamina where the first few months were painful & slow. I can feel twinges in my legs or back or shoulders the day after a workout now whereas a year ago I was aching for days from a similar workout – my recovery has improved so significantly.

On a related note I developed gestational diabetes with my first pregnancy. It was an incredibly stressful time & required not only the use of insulin (despite my best efforts at the time with my diet & exercise) but a short hospitalization to get that insulin adjusted properly. Not surprisingly I have once again been challenged with gestational diabetes but am able to keep my numbers within range through my diet & exercise alone.


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My little man’s new favourite play place is the little pond in the garden below our deck. He spends a lot of time there & the pond is slowly getting shallower as more & more rocks & mud & toys are dropped into it.

My view of allthe action.

This afternoon as I sat on the deck writing I heard the velcro on his shoes & looked down in time to see the running shoes going into the pond. His only shoes that currently fit I will add.

Oh well, wet is wet so I did not immediately rescue the shoes.

Next time I looked down he was drinking water from the pond out of his shoe.


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Today my little man is 2.5!!! That’s as close to 3 as 2. Wow.

Tomorrow my mother in law moves.

Thursday we take possession of the new house.

Monday we (hopefully) find out the sex of the baby.

Tuesday we move.

Part of me wishes I could go to sleep & wake up in two weeks. But life is about these exciting/hard/frightful/intense times & I wouldn’t really want to skip it.

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We are moving in one month’s time to our dream. All sorts of changes to come from the mundane – we will no longer have roadside pick up of garbage, a first for both of us – to the exciting – 88 acres for all of us to roam!

I think we are all looking forward to the changes but at the same time change is always a little uncomfortable, things often are not as we think they will be & so we are also approaching it with some nervousness.

Right now we’re busy with all the preparatory details, arranging financing, packing boxes, finishing up projects on this house (which still needs to be prepped to go on the market), booking movers, shopping for appliances & many other new things we need like a lawn tractor & chainsaw.

Of course we’re also planning the ways in which our lives will change & dreaming of the opportunities this will give us all. I am SO excited that Mr. Magoo & the new one to come will have so much space to run & jump & dig & explore. And I am excited to finally have a proper laundry line. Grumpy Bear is excited to have a proper workshop for all his tools.

So for now this still just seems like a dream.

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Hard To Predict

For the most part Mr. Magoo is not afraid of much. Fairly brave as far as 2 year old’s go but when his fear does crop up it is usually completely unpredictable & VERY overwelming for him.

Did he get fearful 2 weeks ago when we almost hit the deer on the highway? Nope, he simply said “Wow!”

He also didn’t get upset at watching the cat eat a mouse he caught or when the toilet flushes or at a big horse in his face or….

But he did find the muzzle on my sister-in-law’s BIG rottweiler (he doesn’t bite it just calms him when people first arrive) absolutely TERRIFYING. “Nose OFF, Nose OFF!”.

As soon as the muzzle was off & that BIG head was in his lap, licking & sniffing he was just fine.

However, when she picked up the muzzle again to put it away he had another attack of hysterics.

So weird.

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Mr. Magoo is picking up new words every day right now. Still not speaking in full sentences like some of his peers but certainly able to make his wants & desires & thoughts more known.

We all (ok, maybe it’s just me) think it’s pretty funny when a little one drops an f-bomb for the first time, but none of us really wants to be our child who does it, so, we’ve been a little more careful with our language around here.

But sometimes the embarrassing language is not something you’d expect.

On Saturday my Mom brought Mr. Magoo to the Santa Claus parade. At one point she was standing in his way & he told her to “GIT!”.

Mom thought she misheard & so asked me what I thought he might be saying. Where did he learn this less than polite way to ask someone to move? That would be from me, talking to the dogs. And I’ve been trying to catch myself ever since – I tell them to “git” a LOT (they tend to get underfoot at the worst times)!

Cute? Yes. Scary to have underfoot when going down the stairs? Yes!

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Awhile back I wrote about how I have surprised myself at how uninterested I’ve been in holidays since Mr. Magoo arrived. I just never seem to feel into it.

Well, the Christmas spirit has infected me this year! Most of the shopping is done, presents are wrapped, tree up & decorated! It’s been three years since we’ve really decorated for Christmas.

In 2007 we were just arriving in Costa Rica, in 2008 Mr. Magoo was just little & I was still recovering & then last year I just couldn’t face the idea of a tree & an active 1 year old with limited listening skills.

The decorating went incredibly well. The original plan was to get the tree up & decorated while Mr. Magoo was with my Mom but instead we merely got it erected. So this evening we all worked together to decorate it. Magic100 is all Christmas music so that set the mood, Grumpy Bear put on the lights & then we all hung ornaments. Mr. Magoo was more helpful than hindrance (at least at first) & our living room is now transformed.

New word of the night: "hook"

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