I've never been much of an exerciser. I was always the geeky girl who would much rather read during gym and recess than exert myself. But I seem to have found my niche with yoga. It's something that on a good day I enjoy and on a bad day I don't despise. It keeps me fit physically, plus makes me more aware of my body and breath, which helps with stress.
Several months ago, I was feeling great about my fitness. I was going to power yoga 2 or 3 times a week and was finally feeling like I knew what I was doing. Then I went on vacation, got the stomach flu, caught a cold, then got intestinal flu. When I finally started feeling better, I started going to yoga again and discovered that the two months of vacation and illness had taken a toll.
And that's when I found out I was pregnant. I had a double whammy of recovering from absence and illness, plus all new bodily limitations.
Nonetheless, I've continued to attend the yoga classes. I have to rest far more frequently than previously and I also do a lot more modified (i.e. easy, or more flatteringly, less challenging) versions of some of the poses. But at least for the first four months of pregnancy, there aren't supposed to be any big restrictions on exercise.
This would be great if I wanted to exercise, but I don't. It's winter and it's crazy-ass cold outside. It's dark when I leave for work and it's dark when I leave for home. The combination of pregnancy and cold-as-shit winter create a huge mass of inertia that I need to push through to get myself to the gym and to class.
So far, I've managed. As I've mentioned, I'm eating a lot more, so I remind myself to exercise a lot more. Also, I have been practicing yoga for long enough (almost three years) to know that it obeys the laws of physics. The more I go, the more likely I am to go. The more I rationalize staying away, the more likely I am to miss a month of class. My body in motion tends to stay in motion, even if pregnancy and cold weather are slowing it down.