Every time I get down about how I'm not working out as much as the rest of you and about how busy I feel what with work and spending enough time with Andra, I just read this blog about a preemie who should have been Andra's age and thank god my little girl is healthy. I'd gain 200 pounds and never work out again if it would keep her that way.
And not that most of you don't have your own super cute babies doing stuff, but here's Andra rolling over.
I am managing to work out at least every other day. Mostly at school during the week. I have little interest in running with the BOB. I'll walk, but I will admit to just not being into running with it. I've had some good solo runs (and some bad ones). It's going to be ok. It's not ok now, but it's going to be. I have to give myself more time. I just need to stop and be patient and give myself more time. Actually, strangely enough, that's the problem - I don't have enough time. I really really really hope in 8 weeks when school ends I'll be ready to proioritize working out again. I know I'll have trouble if I don't keep Andra in some form of regular daycare (like 2 hours, 3 days a week or something). I can always take her to the gym, or have a friend or a babysitter watch her, but knowing me that just won't happen if it's not on a regular schedule. But. That's then. I need to be in the moment. Tomorrow it's supposed to near 70, and I will be out with BOB. Hopefully running, but at least doing something.