Sorry for the weird image - this is my favorite comedian, Brian Regan, talking about working out.
Do people really enjoy feeling like they can't move? That their muscles ache so badly that they can't even lift their fancy water bottle to their mouth?
Well, maybe some people do. But not me. I danced for 11 years while growing up, taking 3 - 4 classes per week, and was in great shape. The word "exercise" seemed like a chore to me. I was getting a great work out during the week doing things I loved. Why would I put on sneakers and pump myself up into a cardio sweat?
Because...after you stop dancing, go to college, and get a job, life happens. And before you know it, your resting pulse is alarming. My heart is working that hard to do nothing? Oh dear...
I took yoga off and on during my college years and loved it. When I became pregnant with Little Olive, my husband bought me a great yoga dvd. I attempted it for a while but soon became discouraged as I could barely keep up with the modified, simple third trimester lady in the back. I had no motivation or flexibility and soon retired the lovely Shiva Rae to my bookshelf.
The cons of the dvd: sometimes the three girls are off-beat with the music. It's annoying. I've decided it's less stressful to just follow the music and be two counts behind the girls. (I'm so exceptional, I need to be on beat.) Near the end of the cardio (2nd trimester) dvd, she gets a little nutty with switching up her exercises. A bit hard to follow. I fixed this by picking my favorite exercise and doing it while she flies around trying to fit in 19 variations.
It also comes with a "post baby" boot camp dvd. I have no idea if I'll be able to fit that one in, but I have it and I just might give it a try come October. :)