It’s been 7 days since I last worked out. Or 14 since I was in my workout zone. It’s kind of lack of trying and lack of a participating and helpful child. And trying to fit my life into the hours between naps and errands and my total inability to shower. I feel huge. I feel like a blob. I feel like a slug. I feel like a slug on the front steps and someones going to pour salt on me and I’m going to die.
OK, that last bit is not how I feel but you get the idea. In the past 2 weeks, I’ve worked out twice and I don’t like myself for it. After I got married but before Courtney was born, I gained about 15 pounds. Happy Wedding gift to you, Paul. I stopped working out, was eating like crap, and all my skinny clothes didn’t fit. I was all set to get serious when I found out I was pregnant with Courtney and I was stuck with that 15 pounds.
For 3 months I’ve been back on the wagon. Or the treadmill, as the case may be. And I’ve been eating better. More fruits and veggies, whole grains, yada yada. My trip to Connecticut has completely derailed me. I’m having a hard time getting back on the treadmill. I went and joined the Y on Tuesday when we got back. (I couldn’t get C into swimming classes, the class was full, total crap.) I didn’t actually work out on Tuesday while we were there due to the work people coming to the house and the need to buy food in my limited time frame. Yesterday I was going to go in the morning but C took a nap almost immediately after waking up. For two hours. The problem with the Y is the day care is closed from 1:15 – 3:30 so by the time C woke up from the nap and had lunch, there wasn’t enough time to work out. I did the whole “is she going to nap is she not going to nap” dance in the afternoon and after I decided she wasn’t going to nap, we headed back to the gym. And wouldn’t you know that as I was making the right hand turn into the Y parking lot, C fell asleep.
Being a stay at home mom is awesome. I love it and wouldn’t trade it for anything. But it’s so hard to balance taking care of myself while taking care of my family. I NEED to exercise so that not only am I healthy for me but I’m able to keep up with my little bundle of energy. I’m also a huge fan of clothes that fit. And the clothes that I’ve been wearing being too big. Big fan of that. Way back in the day, before C, I would get up and be at the gym at 6. I’m kind of thinking I need to get back to that. The only time I can really guarantee hours to myself is when Courtney is sleeping, during the night. Sometime between dinner and breakfast, there are hours for myself. I’m not a fan of less sleep. But I need to take care of myself.
Today was going to be my first day in the gym at 6. I failed. I’m pretty sure it had everything to do with being up from 1-4 with a not sleeping, kind of crying, unhappy toddler. Well, tomorrow is another day. I hope.
You sound like you’re part of AA or something: “It’s been seven days since my last workout”
hahaha!
well, Karen, it’s been like.. A MONTH since mine. I think I have officially gaind back all that I had lost.
Don’t feel bad Karen! You will get back on track. I feel ya. I am a new mom as well and finding time for the gym has been hard. I have been trying to go into work early, leave work at 4, work out, then go pick up my kiddo at daycare by 5 or 5:30. Then I have mommy guilt…for not picking him up sooner, for leaving work early even though I already worked 8 hours, blah blah blah. If I have the hubby watch him during the evening and go then I feel like I miss out on his “awake” time. I would love to get up in the morning and go but I already get up at 5:15 to make it to work on time and I’m not a morning person! I think I would have to start getting up at 4 am.
Perhaps if I get up at 4 am I could go to bed at 9? I don’t see that happening in the near future…sigh.