Fitness

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the

Share on Pinterest Fitness isn’t about what you can lose. It’s about what you can gain. Six weeks after the birth of my second child, I had a moment of reckoning that forever changed what I appreciate about exercise. I sat in my OB-GYN’s waiting room, staring at the fluorescent green intake form on the