Admittedly, I’ve never been good at working out.
I’ve never been super skinny, but I’ve always been at a healthy and happy weight without having to try much. Then having a baby happened and now I know that to keep my body in shape I’m actually going to have to do something about it.
I had such a difficult recovery from my birth experience that my first attempt to get back in shape did not happen until my son was 2 and in a two morning a week preschool class. I hated it, and I felt like dying. The few times I brought my son with me to child care he cried the entire time. It was just not a good fit.
Last summer I jumped back on the fitness bandwagon with a go at Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred. Another fail. The workout was intense for me as a beginner and even though the idea of a home workout video is great, it’s harder to do than you would think when you have a toddler interrupting you every 5 minutes.
This past spring I joined an adult hip hop dance class hoping for a workout, but it turns out it was really just about learning choreography for a performance. While fun, it didn’t do anything for me. I often had to bring my son with me to class, which meant a lot of interruptions and I’m pretty sure the rest of the class didn’t appreciate it.
This summer, we decided to join a pool. After a lot of research, it turns out that the best fit for us was a summer membership to the YMCA. The branch 20 minutes down the road has a full outdoor water park (which is awesome!) and the cost of membership includes the outdoor pool/water park, full access to the YMCA gym and group exercise classes, free childcare, 3 free wellness coach sessions, access to any branch in the Richmond area, and swim lessons for my son. This summer we could play at the pool and I could work out!
My little guy has been doing a lot of summer camps, so I’ve been dropping him off at those and then going to group exercise classes, which I’ve LOVED.
Then I brought my son with me to the child care area and he liked it and I got to work out. I had my first of 3 wellness sessions so now I better understand the equipment and what exactly I should be doing as a work out (which I think has always been a large part of my problem…I don’t know what to do and at what level). Maybe I could really keep this up this time! Wednesday he went to the child care area, I worked out for an hour, and then we hung out at the pool all afternoon. It was perfect!
And then this morning my son and I were going to the gym. We slept in a little bit, and then he wanted breakfast. Not the kind I fixed him. A different kind. And then he needed to get dressed, but first he wanted to lay his clothes out in a very specific way, and then dress his Curious George lovey. And we had to brush his teeth but with a specific toothbrush that was downstairs. After we finally accomplished getting dressed, brushing teeth, and overcoming A LOT of dawdling, he was cooperative enough to get his shoes. And then he sat down so I could help him put them on and somehow spilled his water cup all over his pants. So we went back upstairs to change and back downstairs to finally put on shoes.
We made it out of the house at 11:00 AM. After driving the 20 minutes it takes to get to the gym and a lot of persuading to get him out of the car..
*”Time to get out of the car, love.”
“Noah, come on buddy! We are running out of time!”
moves as slow as a turtle*
….I checked him into childcare at 11:30. They only offer childcare from 9:00 to 12:30 so if I miss that window I miss my opportunity. I would have one hour to work out and then we could eat lunch and play at the pool.
Except he would not go in child care. He stood outside the door screaming “NO” and refused to go in. I went in and tried to entice him with toys, the child care lady was trying to be encouraging, and he would not enter the child care area.
Realizing this was a losing battle I said, “Fine, let’s go home,” crossed his name off the list and we left.
We got home at 12:05.
We spent all morning getting ready, wasted an hour of driving and gas for no reason, I still didn’t get to work out and now he’s in his room and I’m blogging in frustration.
Sigh. I feel like this is a losing battle and I might just have to learn how to be content with being unhealthy.
How do you moms that work out all the time do this?