I might have gotten pregnant as often as I did just because I loved feeling proud of my stomach. Sure, the babies at the end turned out to be even more rewarding, but truthfully, before I’d even start processing the desire of another child, I’d rub my belly and think of how nice it’d be to get more excited about it the bigger it’d become.
Well, those days are gone, and so are my excuses. In order to face reality, I decided to do the unthinkable: I JOINED A GYM.
Whoever knows my un-athletic self must be waiting for the punch line now. Nope, there is none. I have actually paid people to make sure I move around in front of people. Surprisingly though, while I hate all sorts of sports (except for swimming in the Summer), I do actually enjoy the gym. Not that my experience in one has ever been very long (never exceeded the 2-3 months mark), but it’s the only physical activity that I have any hopes of keeping up with.
Since my decision, I’ve gone twice and already feel different. Don’t you experienced gym folks dare kill my buzz and tell me it’s all in my head. I KNOW nothing’s changed yet, but my energy level has definitely gone up. Maybe it’s just getting into that mobile mindset that’s making me more confident. Like yesterday, I took the kiddos to Chic-Fil-A all by my lonesome and felt like it was nothing. Because compared to my workout the day before, it kinda was.
Another perk is that I got to buy some cute workout tights!! When hubby saw me in them, he very strategically said: “hey, it’s comfortable enough for you to wear at home, and looks better than your pajamas pants.”
So he’s never loved the Tinker Bell-themed pajama bottoms I’d been wearing around the house for the past week?? :O
Sigh. Yeah, maybe this change has been a long time coming. Hopefully soon I’ll be proud of not only my new lounging wear, but also my non-pregnant stomach!