I woke up two minutes before my alarm again this morning, which has become the new norm. Blind as a bat, I was rummaging around looking for my glasses when all of a sudden I hear “Get out of here stupid cat!” and WHACK a great big man hand swatted me upside the head.
“HEY! Not the cat, dude. Just looking for my glasses!”
“What? Wait?… Oh sorry Belle! I just heard rustling on your table and saw something big and hairy and assumed it was your annoying cat.”
“Wait, you think my short, thinning hair is plentiful enough to be mistaken for Yum Yum (a very fluffy Maine Coon cat)? I’m scheduling an eye appointment for you stat.”
Today marks a big milestone for me: 12 weeks of working out 3 times a week. Exercise has a very real ripple effect in my life and when my sanity took a major dive I knew it was the first thing I needed to focus on in order to recover. I sleep so much better when I workout, and when I sleep well I can better manage my anxiety. When my anxiety is in check I am a more attentive mother. When I feel like I’m kicking ass and taking names parenting, my relationship with my husband is better. I with the Professor and told him that a gym 20 minutes north, a straight shot up the Saw Mill Parkway, had memberships for around $40 a month, a reasonable price for the benefit workouts would bring to the household.
Finding the time to exercise regularly is not easy in our house. We don’t have family to watch Sabine, and while she is in nursery school three times a week, that time is needed for doctors appointments, errands and house keeping (and the occasional child-free lunch date with a friend!) I had been making the “I have no time” excuse for two years, though, and it was getting stale. I needed a new excuse or to suck it up and make a major schedule change.
I went for the later, because a new excuse was so last year. I now wake up at 4:30 a.m. so I have an hour to eat toast, drink coffee, and plan my workout. Then I head out before anyone else in the house is up. I do this on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. In order to keep the routine, I also wake up at 4:30 a.m. on Tuesday and Thursday and enjoy the two hours of quiet time before Sabine wakes. It is early – really early – but after 12 weeks it has become a natural rhythm and most mornings I wake at 4:28, right before my alarm sounds. After a workout my energy is so high and our household runs like a well oiled machine. Well, as much of a well-oiled machine as can be expected with a two year-old!
In addition to my mind feeling better, my body is feeling better. I can comfortably wear skinny jeans again. My stomach is a little flatter and my arms, oh man my arms look amazing. I know that sounds really conceited but I’ve always had skinny stick arms and am SO EXCITED to see a little definition creeping in. Even the Professor has noticed my arms which is saying something because math guys are notorious for only noticing things with mathematical equations. My legs still jiggle but under the jiggle is strong muscle. It’s so nice to see my body slowly returning to its pre-infertility treatment state, and to see my mind healing. I only with I had done this sooner!
Have you made time for regular workouts after having kids? How do you work them in?