A few weeks ago, on a sunny day, I ambitiously signed up as a member of our local gym. It's a great gym, with childcare facilities and a swimming pool, which also means it is very expensive. Signing up was as far as I got. Best intentions aside, I just never made it over to workout.
And finally, after seeing the monthly fee deducted again from my account, I decided that I had to start going. But going to the gym meant facing quite a few challenges: 1. finding my workout clothes 2. finding some of my workout clothes that would actually fit 3. wriggling into these workout clothes 4. leaving little James in childcare for the first time! 5. actually exercising.
I took it slow. Last month, I created a space in my closet that had only my workout clothes. Today, I found a few pieces that would work. I have a bit of a roll above my shorts, but I feel brave enough to subject the random world (luckily, I have no friends who are members!) to the sight of this roll. James was having a great day, and I felt confident leaving him in the childcare facilities.
I ran a ridiculously slow 1 mile on the treadmill, then did 30 reps of a low weight on several different machines. I ended with stretching, which I desperately needed; after the pregnancy, I seem to have become even less flexible (in many ways) than before.
And after the workout, I felt amazing, and proud. I got dressed, left the babe, did the workout, and got myself and the baby home in one piece. Such things would have seemed so easy to me before, but times have changed, and my standards have had to as well.
Now, if I can just keep this up...
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