My First Day Back At The Gym

Yesterday was my first day back in the gym since I got pregnant with Zack. Back then, I was going to a kickboxing gym and absolutely loved it. I actually looked forward to going everyday after work. On the rare occasion I missed a workout, I always made up for it by taking a weekend class. I lost a good amount of weight and saw my body begin to change pretty quickly. Then I got pregnant and my body changed in...other...ways even quicker. When I started thinking about joining a gym again, I looked for the kickboxing place, but they have since closed down.

So yesterday I was officially back in the gym. This time I had my baby with me. I was unsure how he would do in the kid's play area while I worked out, because I don't really leave him with people. He has stayed in the church nursery about 5 times and 4 of those he was a happy camper. Today, after I had signed him in a waved goodbye, I peeked back around the corner just to make sure he was really OK with having just waved goodbye to his mommy, and I was surprised to find him happily totting over towards the first toy monster truck in his path. My ego was a little bruised to see him doing OK without me. When does that feeling ever go away?

I went on over the the circuit training area and did a pretty good job pretending that I did this sort of thing all the time.

It didn't take long for me to get use to the smell of other people's sweat and breath and stuff. I mean it was gross, but after a while, I was paying more attention to feeling the burn than anything else.

When I was done, I had to keep myself from running back to the kid's area to pick Zack up. I don't know why, but I always feel like he must be miserable and missing me every time...the few times I've been away from him. I imagined him sulking in a corner calling my name under his breath as I approached the door to the room, but when I got there, he was playing in the tree trunk entrance to the playhouse with two other kids. I called out to him, "Hey Zack! Time to take a trip. Ready to go home sweet home?"  He was like, "Naoo." He said it very calmly then promptly abandoned his tree house buddies for an army truck on the floor nearby. And each of the three times after that, when I repeated the same question and got the same answer from him, he looked around to find something else more interesting to play with. Finally he came over close enough to where I was for me to reach over the barrier and pick him up. he hugged me and kissed me and I knew he had missed me so I was OK.

I'm really excited about being back in the gym and about Zack being chill in the play area. This totally change everything about my days at home with him. Now, he has yet another place to go and play with other kids, and I have access to weights and Pilates classes and hot-momma-making machines!

Note: I also started The Abs Diet yesterday. I'm recording my food intake and fitness activities over on my weight loss blog. See how yesterday went for me <<HERE>>.

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[summer]

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My ego was a little bruised to see him doing OK without me. When does that feeling ever go away?

I'm gonna venture a guess: Never

[Jenn aka Future Mama]

Haha, I love that you wanted him to miss you! I SO feel like I will be that way. I worked in daycare a long time and it would always make moms sad when their babies would cling to me instead of going to them. Pretty soon I'll be on the other end of the spectrum!

Love this post! thanks so much for sharing! :)

[Buy Online Rx]

Yum Yum So so very very cute! I wish could have been there...You booth turned out so darling. I'll be in touch....I'm glad Elliot made it to market again...it's so good to see he's still around, love the tux.