Sweat It Out

After reading the previous post, you are probably all thinking "Jenny, that's a horrible diet for somebody with so much baby weight!"  And, I would have to agree with you.  Being pregnant with Evan, I gained 70 pounds.  I lost the first 45 breastfeeding, but I've come to realize that the last 25 are going to be a struggle. Since eating is my favorite social activity and baking favorite pass time, that leaves weight loss responsibility in the hands of my long lost friend - exercise.  So, I bit the bullet and re-joined the YMCA.

I looked at other gyms in the area, but it came down to child care and the YMCA seems to be the only place that offers it at a price I can afford. I like our local Y here because there is a particularly scary kickboxing instructor that has a way of making you want to work past any physical limit you thought you had.  I'm not quite physically ready this class yet, but it's my goal for next week.  I love the different elliptical machines they have as well as the stationary bikes that make you feel like you're participating in a video game as you ride.  The free wellness instructor will be handy in helping me find exercises that target areas I really need to work on, too.  My 'lunch lady' arms are already sore from weightlifting...a sign that I'm doing something right!

Beyond exercise, going to the Y will give me good practice being away from Evan for periods of time.  It is difficult for me to leave Evan in the hands of other people, especially people I'm not familiar with.  I only worked out for 30 minutes on the first day because I was terrified Evan was crying or needed me or wasn't getting cared for properly.  He was fine, although a little fussy.  The woman in the daycare kept telling me he was just hungry, despite the fact that he'd eaten a lot a shortly before getting dropped off.  I'm pretty sure they didn't check his diaper as he had suspiciously full one when we got home.  Today, the woman told me, again, that Evan was hungry, hinting I should drop him off with a bottle. It pissed me off because I know he's tired and just needs a nap (especially when he passes out as soon as he gets in the car).  I keep telling myself that Evan will get used to it and stop being so fussy with them.  I'm debating taking some milk for them to give him, although, I think the women there need to figure out how to soothe a baby in ways other than just feeding.  It annoys me that she talks to me like I don't know what my own child needs....  Oh well, this is what I need to practice having patience with.  Otherwise, I'll end up shacked up at the farm forever, too afraid to do anything for fear of situations similar to this.  Every day is such a learning experience!