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ATTENTION ALL MAMAS-TO-BE:

I'm sure you're all indulging every last craving for ground beef and vanilla ice cream (a real craving from one of our mamas- and she's a former vegan), and that is, in my opinion, always the way to go. So what about working out and fitness? Obviously your workouts can't be what they once were before you were expecting a little one, but here's a little snack of information I wanted to share with you all.

According to the Journal of Physical Activity and Health, pregnant women who continued to work on and utilize a total body strength routine at least 2 times per week increased the amount of weight they were able to lift by 36% in just 3 months! We already know that women are the strongest bipedal mammals on the planet, obviously, but now pregnant mamas can take comfort in the fact that they are all the more superhuman than they thought!

The study also shows that strength training during pregnancy improves lumbar endurance and lower back strength. For first time mamas, this is a huge blessing, as lower back aches can be a sore spot for a significant portion of your pregnancy.

Talk to a fitness instructor or your doctor before starting a strength training regimen during pregnancy. That's all for now, ladies. I'm hungry for some lunch and you know Mama's Gotta Eat!

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  1. Hey, that mama is ME! Definitely been indulging in some cravings in between the nausea; hopefully the exhaustion will subside so I can start doing some yoga!

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