Alright guys, it’s that time of year that I need a swimsuit. I used to spend time store hopping and trying on things but now I just don’t have time or care that much. Last year, I ordered my new bikinis from Amazon. Honeslty I over order, try them on, and then send the ones I hate back. Last year I kept these three:
Yal I got diastasis recti. Bad. Again. Over 4 finger widths at my postpartum appointment. The midwife said PT or therapy and I knew I had to get my ish together.
I literally hadn’t been doing ANYTHING not wearing my binder not doing any exercises, nothing. I was bitter. It wasn’t fair I had to. I should enjoy this time. Blah blah blah all that ish sounds good on Instagram but the truth is I AINT TRYNA GET SURGERY. Continue reading “Postpartum fitness – the core”