Oh, my dear readers.
Today, I decided to dust off the ol' tennis shoes and go for a "run." I call it a "run" because I jogged. And I walked.
For the past month, Hubs has been working out with his colleagues before or after work three to four times a week. As his waistline trimmed, I felt more and more L-A-Z-Y.
It felt so nice to get to the gym and move. Because fellow Minnesotans know that workouts weren't happening outdoors today. Or yesterday. Or Sunday. And it won't be happening tomorrow, either. Lovely spring, right?
It felt wonderful to sweat and feel my feet hit the ... uh, treadmill.
But it felt gross, too. Every move made me realize how long it has been since I've exercised like that. Sure, I've gone on walk after walk. After walk after walk. And Kid loves them. But an actual workout? Sweat in five minutes, out-of-breath workout?
I ran a 5K shortly before Hubs and I found out we were expecting Kid. That was the last time.
That was a long time ago. Kid is one. It has almost been two years.
It felt so good. It felt so awful.
I can't wait to go back tomorrow. I'm going back, and I have goals. That's right folks, goals.
As I stand right now, I am 10 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. So close! I'm also 20 pounds away from my end-of-pregnancy weight. Unfortunately, it is much easier to climb back up the weight scale that it is for the numbers to fall...
But, in all seriousness, how does it all get done? I could go for some advice, because I have trouble fitting it all in. How do you work, exercise, and continue to nurture your relationship (and not fall asleep super early every night)?