Relaxed

FINALLY. I few moments to myself. Well, almost. Sid is in his crib but he's far from sleeping.

I know I said that I haven't been to the gym in over a year. And some of you (TcoughIFcoughFAahemNY, not to mention any names) are under the wrong impression that I don't realy need to frequent such establishment. That couldn't be further from the truth, of course. I have issues with my body like most women, of course. After bearing one child, I have a belly, but I can't blame that on the kid. After Sid was born I had flabby skin but other than that, my belly sucked right back in. NOW I have fat. And people have noticed. My PASTOR even made a couple of comments. Granted, I needed to gain some weight and fill out. I'm not complaining about my size. What I'm really trying to say in all this rambling is that I have no muscle tone. Zero. Zilch. Nada. My husband just laughs when I try to show him my biceps. I'm just a shadow of my former self.

K and I used to go to the gym regularly - before the kid. We wanted to win the Body For Life Fitness Challenge. We took pictures. We got out body fat measured. I had a little workout book to keep track of my progress. Yes, it was all going well. Then we went to Europe (I went for my job but the trip coincided with our anniversary so we took advantage of it). When we got back in July we found out that I was a couple months pregnant. That meant I had to ease up on my workout at the gym. But I still tried to stay in shape. I improved my diet and walked often. I even went for a walk during what I later found out were my contractions. I think that contributed to my relatively easy labor (more detailed info here).

I want to get back into the groove but I can't seem to figure out how. There's a gym at my job. That should be perfect. But it's not. I don't get in early enough. And in the evenings I always have to rush out. K signed up with a gym down the street, but I don't see why I should have to pay when I can go for free. My dream is to move to a really big house and put my own gym in it. Elliptic machine, free weights, tread mill. At least!

* I forgot to mention, I always (subconsciously) walk around with my belly sucked in. That makes the flab less obvious. And can I remind everyone just how much I LOVE MY NEW SHOES!!

There's another story I have that I know I will tell eventually. Not yet. I've been composing my thoughts on this one for a very long time. Not sure how to tell it though.