Working out...

I hate working out. My sister is an exercise fiend, running marathons, jogging well into her 8th month of pregnancy, and the like. Me? I have always hated exercise. I mean loathed. I take after my mom in that I overheat really easily. I cannot really sweat to release heat, so as a kiddo in PE, my face would turn all red, and I would nearly faint in the sun. It is such as strange thing. I never saw it as much of a disorder, just a part of my life. But it made me really hate exercise and worry about heat stroke almost all of the time. So David and I go to walk after sunset, hike only in the shade and rarely go out to do hard physical activity during the day. It took him a long time to understand why I did not like going outside during the heat of the day. I think he was disappointed when we first got together and were married. He imagined weekends at national parks, hiking Half Dome, and running along the beach. But I could not do that without getting overheated and really getting sick. I have always been relatively thin, so even without working out much, it was not a big deal. But about a month ago, I took the gestational diabetes test, and it came back that my blood sugar was high. I had to go for a follow-up test which was thankfully normal. But I cannot rely on good genes to stay healthy, so I decided that it was time just to bite the bullet and start working out more. So I have been faithfully doing my time on the elliptical every day, 6 days a week. The 5th month of my pregnancy, I gained about 9 lbs, and then the 6th month, I gained 1 lb. So I guess it does make a huge difference. So I plan to work out throughout the rest of the pregnancy and beyond. How else will I have enough energy to chase after my new little boy? :) Oh yeah, one more thing. David and I did the toilet paper measurement that is on Caroline's blog and I have to say one thing. We have the SAME size waist... Hm... is that good or bad?