Has it trully been that long? I got pregnant in April of 2005, gave birth in January 2006 and Ethan will be a year old in three days. From the day I found out we were going to have a baby, I renounced any form of exercise with flying colors. So yeah, it really has been that long. No wonder my muscles are screaming for pain... they're being re-introduced to exertion all over again (which I shamingly admit, has been long overdue).
Getting to the gym was half the battle. For months, Mike tried to convince me to "check out" the local YMCA.
Mike: Hey baby, I got us some guest passes to the "Y", we should go sometime.
Me: Are you saying I'm a fat ass and I need to go to the gym?
Mike: Scurries away to avoid confrontation and learns that suggesting a workout after I had just devoured a row of Oreos probably isn't a good idea.
My strategy to elude the notion of putting myself to work worked for a while... until one weekend when I was cleaning out my closet and realized I had to pack away more "skinny" clothes than I anticipated. Normally, I would just brush it off and use it as an excuse to shop for new clothes that "fit"... but instead I felt like a a total cow and exceedingly daft to be trying to fit back into a size 6 jeans and a size small shirt. Who was I kidding? That's when I decided that getting back a normal workout routine probably isn't such a bad idea after all.
So the week after, I went to the "Y" and signed up for the family package. I figured Mike and I could work out together on some days. They have a daycare that we could leave Ethan in for a couple of hours while we worked out... and when his ear gets better, we could all enjoy the family pool. Best part is that it's only about a five-minute drive from our house and they were open much later from when I would get home from work. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong. Even after I'd already signed us up, armed with little plastic badges and all... I still managed to make excuses. One time, I actually told Mike I couldn't go because I didn't have any work out clothes!
But I did good yesterday... I actually went to a Yoga class with Mike. I'm hoping it would be a regular thing.. we're planning on doing Pilates tonight, and there is a cardio kickboxing class I want to do on Monday nights. I'm still remarkably sore from yesterday. I didn't realize Yoga would have such an impact. Of course, I didn't exactly "take it easy" as a beginner would.. I guess I felt like I had a lot of catching up to do. I know now not to do that... but I guess if it hurts, it must be working, right?
Getting to the gym was half the battle. For months, Mike tried to convince me to "check out" the local YMCA.
Mike: Hey baby, I got us some guest passes to the "Y", we should go sometime.
Me: Are you saying I'm a fat ass and I need to go to the gym?
Mike: Scurries away to avoid confrontation and learns that suggesting a workout after I had just devoured a row of Oreos probably isn't a good idea.
My strategy to elude the notion of putting myself to work worked for a while... until one weekend when I was cleaning out my closet and realized I had to pack away more "skinny" clothes than I anticipated. Normally, I would just brush it off and use it as an excuse to shop for new clothes that "fit"... but instead I felt like a a total cow and exceedingly daft to be trying to fit back into a size 6 jeans and a size small shirt. Who was I kidding? That's when I decided that getting back a normal workout routine probably isn't such a bad idea after all.
So the week after, I went to the "Y" and signed up for the family package. I figured Mike and I could work out together on some days. They have a daycare that we could leave Ethan in for a couple of hours while we worked out... and when his ear gets better, we could all enjoy the family pool. Best part is that it's only about a five-minute drive from our house and they were open much later from when I would get home from work. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong. Even after I'd already signed us up, armed with little plastic badges and all... I still managed to make excuses. One time, I actually told Mike I couldn't go because I didn't have any work out clothes!
But I did good yesterday... I actually went to a Yoga class with Mike. I'm hoping it would be a regular thing.. we're planning on doing Pilates tonight, and there is a cardio kickboxing class I want to do on Monday nights. I'm still remarkably sore from yesterday. I didn't realize Yoga would have such an impact. Of course, I didn't exactly "take it easy" as a beginner would.. I guess I felt like I had a lot of catching up to do. I know now not to do that... but I guess if it hurts, it must be working, right?
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