Tagged With: post partum depression
Frustrated with New England weather, I decided to use my house as a gym. I turned on the microwave timer, turned up the tunes and began doing stairs. I started in my basement, baby cradled in my arms, and climbed all the way to the second floor. I took it slow at first and then sped things up. My goal was to sweat and be left breathing heavily. It worked! I can’t tell you what a difference it made to lift my spirits. And I slept more deeply!