Enough messing around, y’all: it’s time to get back on the horse. Or the exercise bike, in this case.
Last winter, after I officially lost all the baby weight (Thanks to Weight Watchers Online, woo!) I started taking yoga and pilates at a friend’s studio, and I looooved it. I had never really done yoga before, other than a $10 video I picked up at WalMart like 5 years ago. And it was the type of yoga where I wanted to just lay down go to sleep already, the lady was SO BORING and she held each pose for like AN HOUR and I just couldn’t get into it. But going to yogo at this place was great- the classes were a much better pace, and even when I accidentally took the ‘Power Yoga’ class one day, I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I loved it even more- it was an awesome workout, and on top of all that: I GOT TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. Win Win Win Win Win.
After the free 1-month trial, I purchased a block of classes. And I went on average twice a week. Not an insane amount but it fit with my schedule of Maggie-watching and work. I would sometimes take her with me if I went during the day (there’s a free childcare room there) but after a while I started only liking the Power Yoga or Yogilates classes, and those were mostly in the evenings. So I would have to ask Dan to watch her… and to be honest, I felt kind of bad dumping her in his lap the second he got in the door just so I could drive 30 minutes to a yoga class. (That’s the other thing- this particular place isn’t exactly close by.) I didn’t want to take her with me to the evening classes, because it ran into her bedtime and the last thing ANYBODY wants is a cranky, tired kid. So I left her with Dan, and he said he was fine with it, even said I deserved to have a break and do something for me (LOVE HIM.)
For a few months, I was doing awesome. February through April, I could feel myself getting in better shape. My pants fit better, my body felt stronger, and I really looked forward to going and getting a good workout.
Then May came and I don’t know what happened. Well actually, I do. Life Got Busy. I had a bazillion things going on that month, with work and family stuff and getting ready for our first family vacation, etc etc. I think I went twice the whole month. Then we went to the beach in June, and when we got home, there was the whole ‘Vacation Recovery’ period where it took me like a week to get caught up on laundry and work emails and all that stuff. Then Maggie got sick… and started cutting 4 molars all at the same time… and we went WEEKS without getting a decent night of sleep. And you know, when you don’t sleep, you REALLY don’t have the energy to exercise (though, if you exercised, you probably would have more energy- I believe they call that a ‘Vicious Cycle’.)
I did manage to get my butt there a couple of times in July, but that was it. Other than that, all I’ve been doing exercise-wise is the occasional evening walk with Dan and Maggie, and every once in a while if it’s not eleventy-thousand degrees outside, a daytime walk with Maggie. And the teething and sleep issues have continued… most nights I’ve only been getting 6 hours of sleep, which isn’t bad here and there, but after a while, it catches up with me and I am just SO TIRED ALL THE TIME. Combine the lack of good sleep with a pretty dang full workload from my clients and emotional/bored eating (I seem to eat more when I’m sleepy.) and what do you get?
A Jen with a Muffin-Top.
Basically, I just feel like crap. I feel gross and tired and so frustrated with myself because I was doing SO GOOD in the winter/spring and really made progress and was finally liking my post-baby body again. And now? I have trouble sitting down with my jeans on because it feels like they’re cutting me in half. And that ain’t cool, yo.
The good news is, I haven’t actually gained any pounds, according to our scale. I think most of it is just muscle moving its way back to flabbyness. And I need to stop that process and get it going back the other way. My first thought was hey, I’ll just do WW again and it’ll all come right off! And really? It probably would. But it’s about so much more than just losing weight and eating right. I need to move my butt and get back into the shape I was a few months ago.
As much as I love the yoga and pilates classes, it’s just not going to work with my schedule right now, and probably not anytime in the near future. The 20-30 minute drive one way makes it almost impossible- that’s 2 hours allotted for the whole thing. DANG IT I WISH WE LIVED CLOSER. (And yes, I realize there are probably yogo places closer to my house, and that’s still a possibility.) However, pretty much every waking moment of my life is accounted for- either taking care of Maggie or, while she’s napping, I work. And lately in the evenings when Dan gets home, we eat dinner, I clean up, and he takes her outside to play while I work some more. So I need to find something quick and easy to do.
We have a BowFlex and a nice exercise bike in our basement (the one that now DOESN’T stink of cat pee). Dan uses both of them a lot… me, not so much. I have just never been very into working out like that. I get SOOO BORED. That’s why the classes were working so well for me- I need the motivation of an instructor and the peer pressure of other people in class totally seeing me if I’m slacking in that tree pose!
But I just need to suck it up now. I’m going to make myself take 20 minutes at least twice a week to go down and use them. I started this morning. Ten minutes on the bike (4 miles, I averaged 25mph!) and then 10-15 minutes on the BowFlex- mainly on my upper body. Then I did a few ab exercises. I was downstairs for probably 30 minutes total. Surely I can spare 30 minutes twice a week?? And the BowFlex commercials says 20 minutes, 3x a week. So if I use my Woman-Math (you know, the same math that rationalizes that I’m SAVING money when I SPEND more money so I can use my ‘$30 off when you spend $70‘ coupon at NY&Co. But I SAVED $30!!! This drives Dan CRAZY.) that should mean that if I do the BowFlex twice a week PLUS the exercise bike, that’s kinda the same thing, right?
The ultimate problem, and I know this is true for all Moms (and even those without kids, actually), is this: I feel like there is not enough time. EVER. I constantly feel like I am rushed through everything and when I’m doing one thing, I feel like I should be doing something else. If I’m playing with Maggie, my mind is thinking ‘Hey you should check your email and see if Client X emailed you back yet…‘ and then if I check my email while Maggie is playing, I feel her little hands on my legs and her eyes are all ‘ Come play with me, Mommy!
Come play with me, Mommy!‘ and if I take a night off (like last night, I played XBox for the first time in AGES) when I go to bed, I think ‘Man, I really should have done something more productive with my night than just pretending I was an assassin during the Crusades.‘ My life has ZERO BOUNDARIES, very little division between ‘Home’ and ‘Work’ and ‘Me Time’. Everything runs together and I am just tired of feeling like I need to do it all at once.
But. Whatever. Enough whining, because that’s not going to change things. The only thing I can control is that I WILL be working out twice a week. Just to start. If I can do more, yay! But seriously? This muffin top has GOT to go.