Jumping for joy… and napping for #1MillionMinutes

I had the most glorious weekend, full of visitors and sunshine and lots of activity. We literally had a full house, with 8 people and 4 dogs: tons of energy, playtime, and potato chips to be had. Luckily my new prAna swimsuit arrived just in time and was a total game changer. It’s so nice wearing clothes that actually fit again!

downdog prana suit tigger

I’ve been in Tahoe for most of the time that I’ve spent getting back to an active lifestyle, and thanks to my environment and all the guests we’ve had, my ‘regular’ exercise has changed pretty dramatically. I’m usually a class kind of person: I love doing yoga, strength training, or dance classes, love getting my butt kicked, love having someone else tell me what to do.

But since I’m in nature’s playground, and the class options up here are limited at best, not to mention a hefty commute away, most of my activity has come from self-directed, outdoorsy stuff. Hiking, kayaking, and swimming have been my mainstays. There’s nothing like waking up and doing a little sunrise yoga in front of a glassy, serene lake, in the most perfect quiet before the world wakes up.

I’m loving climbing up to find better and better views, and cooling off with a swim in the lake.

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For the most part, I managed to keep up with everyone this weekend. Saturday I had amazing energy: we hiked to the top of Castle Rock, then spent the afternoon swimming.

alyse miya at castle rock

I did two long swims in the frigid lake and felt so alive to be moving so much and so well. And hungry, of course: my appetite is still out of control, especially when I’m moving that much (and my Wild Friends almond butter packets continue to be lifesavers when we’re out and about all day).

hiking with friends

Sunday I kind of crashed: I was so, so lethargic and low on energy. We did a short hike in the morning, followed by an afternoon at the beach, and wading and throwing sticks was about as much as I could muster.

The wide swings in energy level have been the most disconcerting thing about second trimester; either I feel like a champion, or I feel like I have sludge running through my veins, and scaling a flight of stairs feels like quite the undertaking.

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I’m trying to just take it day by day, and take advantage of those great days and not feel let down by sluggish ones.

allyson taiyo oscar in the lake
The dogs are almost perfectly camoflaged with the rocks.

Coming out of the weekend I also need to reorder my prenatal vitamins, because once I assured everyone that they could not in fact get pregnant by taking prenatals, my vitamins started disappearing like candy. I really can’t blame my guests; my vitamins are bomb.com.

This is the last week of #1MillionMinutes (wah!) and we have one final Mad Lib blog post! Copy and fill in the blanks to participate…and to win gear from prAna!

When the 1 million minutes challenge started, I set out to achieve 5,000 minutes [goal minutes of activity]. And I crushed [verb] that goal by hiking and yoga-ing [verb] and kayaking [verb] my way to 6,500 [# of minutes].

The best part of this challenge for me was seeing all the activity on social media!. I probably spent the most time tracking my minutes while I was watching UnRreal with #tiggerthemal (he loves guilty pleasure tv) [person]

I was thrilled [verb] to see so many Sweat Pink’ers joining in on the challenge and breaking a sweat running, biking, zumba-ing, and so much else! [type of activity]. @amanda__maureen [person] was one of my favorite people to stalk follow during the challenge because he/she was so engaged and also just summited Pike’s Peak[verb] it!

I’m sad that it’s the last week but also excited that prAna is our sponsor because I’m coveting the Estee sweater vest [item from prAna] and going to hike [verb] my little heart out in hopes to win!

 Plus, I’ll need the Vinyasa hoodie [item from prAna website] to help me get through my Fall goals which are to step up my prenatal yoga game and get #sweatpinkatx off and running!. And now I tag FitNiceRunner [person] and tutus and tennies [person] and Sweaty Stacey P [person] to join in on the fun!

Disclosure: this post was sponsored by prAna. All opinions are our own. We so appreciate you supporting the brands that support Fit Approach and the Sweat Pink community!

prAna mad lib

Okay, so I have to amend my list of favorite things about being pregnant to include what may now be my #1 favorite thing about being in my condition: maternity jeans.

Now that I own this life-transforming apparel, it is unclear to me why I spent weeks fussing with hairbands around the buttons of my skinny jeans or trying to wear long shirts to conceal my gaping zipper.

Most unclear to me is why all jeans aren’t made with a wide elastic band at the top. It’s so fucking genius and comfortable I can barely stand it.

Anyway, I’m really glad my new pants are working out, because I pulled a total pregnancy card to get them. I literally made my husband drive me two hours to the nearest mall with a maternity store, wait in the steaming mall parking lot with Tigger while I shopped, then drive me another 30 minutes to my midwife appointment, then drive me another two hours to San Francisco to meet my good friend’s baby for the first time. #goodhusbandaward

I’ve got more shopping on the brain, too, because we’re partnering with prAna for the next two weeks of the #1MillionMinutes challenge, and all I can do is look at their new fall line and drool and wonder, “Maybe that would be able to accommodate my belly?”

I have reason to believe some of their gear might, too: this top worked great pre-pregnancy:

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AND during pregnancy:

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These pants are still rocking my world – I just fold down the waistline once, and though the effect is a slight muffin top, that’s nothing that a long-ish top can’t cover up:

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And my favorite swimsuit, after all, is still working for me.

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prAna makes the best swimsuits!

 

Actually, truth be told, I need to get a new top, but the swim apparel is all on sale so here we gooooo!

So, to help stave off (or maybe fuel?!) my shopping desires, I’m participating in this Mad Lib blog post for a chance to win a new outfit and so can you! Whee!

Copy and paste the Mad Lib below, and replace my answers with your own! Make sure to share using @prAna #liveinprAna #sweatpink @fitapproach for a chance to win!

prAna Mad Lib!

I’m so excited to rack up more minutes towards our bodacious [adj] goal of reaching 1 million minutes this summer!  While most of my sweat has come from hiking [type of activity], I have also done quite a bit of yoga and kayaking [type of activity].

To motivate myself to get from second breakfast [workout / activity] to hiking [workout / activity] and through my day, I always have to be armed with snacks! [noun]. I find that the more less hangry [adj] that I am, the more successful [adj] I am at achieving my goals.

Since staying on track requires so much snacking [adj] focus [noun], I think it’s important that I treat myself! If I were going to reward myself with something from prAna this week, it would most definitely be the Ginger top or Holly Dress [item(s) from prAna] because  the ginger top has a gorgeous drape, and the Holly dress – that back – swoon!

Disclosure: this post was sponsored by prAna. All opinions are our own. We so appreciate you supporting the brands that support Fit Approach and the Sweat Pink community!

My first run back

I am just now getting back into exercising, and it’s been so nice to get my body moving again. There’s no better mood enhancer than a good sweat, and it’s something I desperately needed during those dark first months of pregnancy.

I’m starting to feel more comfortable with what I should and should not be doing. I started out by doing all the googling, and of course found all sorts of contradictory answers.

Do yoga as you normally would.

But don’t do twists or backbends.

Do inversions, but don’t invert.

Running is great for you while you’re pregnant. 

Don’t run while pregnant. 

Exercise is important.

Don’t get your heart rate above 140. 

It’s enough to make a girl feel nuts and just crawl back into bed. I’ve taken a few barre and yoga classes, and my instructors ranged all the way from giving me modifications because “I’m special” to one who rather scornfully told me pregnancy is not a disability, and used her hands and knees to push me deeper into (verboten?) twists and backbends.

Finally, I just asked my midwife, and her vague answer was the best one I’ve heard yet:

Just listen to your body. 

Amen. That’s some advice I can actually get behind. I hate being treated like a fragile flower, and I hate even more when instructors don’t believe me, or suspect me of being lazy. I think I have a pretty decent sense of what feels right, and what doesn’t, and I just want to trust my body and have those around me accept and appreciate that.

That didn’t stop me from being nervous to join my friend Erin for her Moms Run This Town run group last night, though. I hadn’t run since before I knew I was preggo, and I’ve never been more than a casual runner at best.

As we pulled into the Safeway parking lot where we were supposed to meet, my husband grumbled, “how are we ever going to find these people?”

This is how, husband. See: ALL THE PINK.

sweat pink mrtt group

Seriously, though, I had no idea that Erin would bring such a crowd. And such a crowd of PINK! I immediately felt at home, and even more so when I spotted a few friends from high school in the crowd of runners. And then even more so when I got to meet some sweat pink ambassadors in person for the first time! It’s seriously one of my favorite activities. I know so many people just by their Instagram or Twitter handles and even though I already feel like I know and love them, there’s nothing like seeing them in person and getting to hug and laugh and chat.

For the run, I immediately attached myself to one of my friends from high school (middle school?), not only to catch up, but also because I just felt more comfortable easing back into running with a fellow preggo by my side. I knew she wouldn’t judge me if I had to stop and walk a million times or if I lost my breath within the first few paces.

You guys. Running with that group, even though I had to walk at times, and even though it was hot and I need new workout clothes that don’t feel like they’re strangling my abdomen, was so fun. So much more fun than any other run I’ve ever done. I barely even noticed my wheezing and heavy breathing (and hey, I can always blame that on Moonshine, anyway).  

Plus they all put on Sweat Pink Trucker Hats for the run which just made my pink heart stand still and then do happy dances. Hell, it’s still doing happy dances.

During the run, I caught up with old and new friends, learned all sorts of things about the crazy goings-on happening in my body (nothing like moms who have been there to tell it to you straight) and also, for the first time in my life, wasn’t painfully counting down every last second until I could STOP RUNNING.

I’m so looking forward to joining them again next time I’m in town visiting my parents, and I’m looking up the MRTT chapter in Austin, stat, so I can keep making friends and actually not hating running.

Thank you, Erin and the whole MRTT group, for letting me join for such a friendly, fun run! I actually feel comfortable running while pregnant now, especially if I get to hang out with such lovely people while I’m at it.

Things I love about being pregnant

This is a post I never really expected to write.

Ever since I learned about the birds and the bees, I always sort of knew I’d be pregnant some day.

Ever since I learned to appreciate sushi and wine and exercise—and having autonomy over my own body—I thought about pregnancy kind of the same way people think about chicken pox or getting their wisdom teeth pulled.

Not going to be fun, but I guess I’ll suffer through it. 

And I’m not going to lie; there are parts of this experience that I could really, really do without. See: first trimester. See: no wine for 9 months (wah). See: obsessing over whether the cheese I’m about to devour is pasteurized.

But I also must admit there are a few benefits I’m slowly starting to recognize. I’m 16 weeks in, and here are my favorite things so far:

People are really nice to you.

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Once you’re public, everyone goes out of their way to be nice and help you. I barely did any of the usual schlepping during our conference (thanks, Jamie, Dapinder, and Liz!); my husband won’t let me unload heavy things from the car. (Whee!)

You get a hall pass on crunches

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I went to a fun Dailey Method class with Giselle last week—one of my first forays into real prenatal exercise—and while I’m definitely still figuring out what works and what doesn’t, when it comes to exercise, one of the ab exercises we did definitely didn’t feel right. (This isn’t even me being lazy or taking advantage; I got into the position and had a “hell no!” moment.) Instead of pushing or judging me, the instructor gave me a modification and told me “because you’re special.”

Swoon.

Eating! All the time! All the things!

berries and yogurt

This one goes without saying.

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I love to eat.

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I was born to eat.

breakfast burrito

Food is my friend.

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And now that I’m hungry all the time, I have so many more opportunities to really appreciate food.

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It’s so satisfying to be blindingly hungry multiple times a day and to be able to solve that problem with delicious things.

It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, 5-6 times a day. 🙂

Letting it all hang out.

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Wearing my all-time favorite swimsuit from prAna. My goal is to never buy a maternity suit, but just keep wearing this one.  Tip for non-showing pregnant ladies: wheel pose does wonders for disguising your almost bump/beer belly in these early days. 

Okay, this is one I’m still striving for. I’m somewhere between the beer belly and baby bump phases, but I’m embracing the curves. Bikinis, dresses, tops, whatever: this belly is going to do what it will. No sucking in or spanx for this lady.

Boobs.

Back in middle school, the boy I had a crush on used to sing me the following nursery rhyme:

Roses are red

Violets are black

Why is Alyse

As flat as my back

If only my red-faced 12-year-old self could see how far we’ve come. I’ve only waited 20 years for this sweet redemption. #thankyouhormones.