I posted a while ago about working out at home.
” If I ever hit on a beautiful, creative, fulfilling solution to the puzzle – where I get to workout, and not feel guilty about it, and not ignore my kids in the process, and not neglect all the other things I “should” be doing too… I’ll let you know.”
Well. I don’t think what I’m doing is beautiful or creative yet, but I do love it. So here’s the update. I posted that on January 20th, and in the intervening weeks I’ve lost five more pounds. Abigail is five months old, and I am seven pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight, so I’m beyond happy with that. I need to start taking my measurements, because I think I’m getting close to the point where the weight will stabilize but as I tone up hopefully the inches will change.
The issue of timing has just sort of fallen into place. I don’t fit it in every day, even though I think I’d like to. Some weeks I’m managing four or five workouts and sometimes it’s been one, but it averages out to about three a week. The older Abigail gets, the better she’s napping in bed, so that has helped. If I don’t save it for her naptime, Susannah has also started to “exercise” alongside me sometimes, which is cute and funny and actually keeps her out of the way (but I don’t have to ignore her).
And I had an awesome victory moment tonight, when I was stretching after my workout and HELLO, KNEE, this is Forehead, remember ME? Ahhhhh. It feels so good to be getting my flexibility back!
