While Kyle was gone I wasn’t able to go to the gym as often as I was before he left. Before, I was going every morning, Monday through Friday at 5am. I would get an hour workout in before heading home so Kyle could leave for PT. It was nice. I would feel energized and in a better mood throughout the day; less stressed. He has been home for nearly two weeks, but since he has been home I have gone only a handful of times.
Some mornings have legitimates excuses. Kyle having to go in early, long Easter weekend, or me and the kids having early morning plans. I feel no guilt for not going to the gym when I there is no option for me to go. But there have been a few mornings when my alarm goes off that I hit the ‘dismiss’ button and I go back to sleep.
Those mornings could have the potential to make me feel guilty for not getting up to go the gym but wait an hour so and the guilt starts to melt away.
It starts at just after 6 when Kylee can be heard talking, babbling, and giggling. She crawls around her crib and climbing up the sides. I could lay there all day listening to her little noises. She is so happy to entertain herself and I am so happy to miss the gym listening to her.
Sometime around 6:30 I can hear Reece open his bedroom door. As soon as I hear that door I turn to face the door only to see him bouncingly walking to our room and within seconds he has climbed into our bed and crawling up to our pillows. He just cuddles right in. Reece isn’t much of a cuddler the rest of the day so I like to take advantage of the moment when I can.
Progress photo #3
I leave Reece in our bed and I grab Kylee from her crib to join our party. While the bed still has it’s morning coziness we curl up together and watch Sesame Street as we wake up. It is hard to feel guilty about missing the gym when this is happening.
But then the morning kicks into full gear and the scare of not having a chance to work out all day sets in. Before I finish breakfast I have mapped out my whole day and fitness isn’t in there at all. I begin to kick myself for missing –what seems to be- the only time for me to focus on my fitness. I loved the morning with my babies but by spending my morning with them I have to get creative if I want to sweat at some point.
When Kyle was gone I started walking the post we live on. It is a three mile walk that is anything but easy. The first mile goes downhill but it is the second two miles that are a killer; all up. It is over 500 feet in elevation difference from the top to the bottom. I sweat! What is even better is that I am pushing the kids in a stroller so not only are they getting some fresh air but I am pushing that much more weight; uphill! By the time I get home I am a sweaty mess, sore, and tired.
Starting Monday, Kyle will be in an early class meaning his PT will be earlier so I won’t be able to go to the gym in the mornings. At first I was super bummed that I would miss my gym time for at least a month but in reality I get to spend more quality time with the kids and I get to sleep in a bit longer.
Also, I won’t be able to go to the gym super early once we move because the new neighborhood gym doesn’t open until 6 which is when Kyle has to leave for PT. This situation leaves me thinking I need to come up with a non-gym workout routine.
We have adjustable free weights that I have been using on non-gym days in addition to all the bodyweight exercise I can do. The kids pitch in where they can. Reece climbs on my back to add extra weight and Kylee is great for baby curls. I have been keeping up with Insanity but once that cycle is done, it’s done. I am not going to start the cycle over anytime soon but I do hope to pop in a DVD when I feel like it has been a lazy sort of day. Lastly, that walk. I will do it at least three times a week as long as the weather permits.
The thing is just because I can’t go to the gym doesn’t mean I am screwed in keeping a routine. As long as I have some simple equipment and a little drive I will get healthy and look good in a bikini here in paradise.