I say I want to lose the baby weight. Some days, I actually believe that I want to lose the baby weight.
But most of the time, I feel that I’m exactly where I should be a couple months after childbirth. It’s not my first go-round. I remember that the baby weight came off the first two times without much effort, so it should this time, too.
It’s hard to go to the gym without vanity as a motivator.
I’m not saying I’m completely free of vanity. I’m human. I have my insecure moments. They just don’t crop up as often as they need to if I’m going to work out with any amount of regularity.
You know what does work as a motivator?
A nonspecific voicemail from the doctor’s office, about two weeks after your workup. And two hours’ worth of worst-case-scenario thinking while you play phone tag.
That sure got my mom-jeans butt into gear. All of a sudden, it was no gluten, no dairy, no sugar, no more sedentary baby snuggling. Well, yes, I could do that, as long as I got a few workouts in between snuggles.
Myself aside, I wanted to be an example for my kids. We’re an active family when the weather is good – we walk around the neighborhood, hike in the woods, we kick around the soccer ball, we shovel mulch…but not so much in the winter. It’s my job to show my kids how to be active all year long.
Now, I’m not afraid of playing in the cold, but I’ve had babies in the house for almost five years straight, so I’m usually with the little while Dad has all the fun in the snow. So, when the mercury drops, it’s the gym or the couch.
I started today. After the enrollment paperwork, I was left with only 20 minutes for the elliptical machine. So, that’s what I did.
We’ll see how this goes.