Then she started noticing pregnant people everywhere we went. One day she asked me "Do you have a baby in your tummy?" Ugh. "No... That's just my belly." "What's in there?" "Probably just lots of treats." "Wow, you have a lot of treats in there." Yes, thank you my child. I am aware that my body isn't what it used to be. Between all the prednisone and well, growing 2 human beings at the same time, it just hasn't recovered yet. The next day she was cuddling with me and said "Wow mom, I feel a baby in your tummy!" *sigh* We had a long conversation about how talking about bellies can sometimes hurt people's feelings (like your mother's!)
Then I was at a RS activity and a lady in my ward came up and asked me if I was expecting again. ?!?! This is like the 6th time an adult has asked me if I was prego when I wasn't. The first several times I wasn't even married! People: don't ask if someone is expecting. Ever. No matter how sure you are. Why take the risk of sending the poor girl into the bathroom at Macy's so she can break down hysterically crying while all her body image issues that she's worked so hard on overcoming bubble back to the surface? Not worth it. Instead, just talk about the weather.
Obviously it's time to get back into shape. A friend of mine (Summer) teaches Zumba at our local "rec center" called The Summit. She convinced me that I needed to get a pass cause they have the best child care. So the next day I went and bought a 6 month pass. Good thing she didn't talk me into buying drugs because clearly she is persuasive. But really, when she started talking me into it, it just felt right. I was worried about how I would stay sane during Jake's last rotation (which is VERY time intensive). The Summit seemed like a perfect solution.
What I didn't really expect was how hard it would be for the girls. For the first 2 months I would drop off the girls, get on the treadmill, run as hard as I could for 10 min, then go back to the day care and pick up my SCREAMING children (usually Scarlett was just fine). It didn't feel like I was making any progress, but the ladies that work there were so patient and encouraging. They are grandmas and they really love kids. They are so kind and remember the smallest details about all the children. I don't think I could do this without them, they really are so sweet. They will try everything they can to get the twirls to stop crying.
Then one magical day it happened, the twirls calmed down and no one came and got me from the gym. Since then I've been able to workout for almost 2 hours every time I go!!! It's wonderful. I still have a problem going regularly. It's a lot of work just to get there, and if the girls are sick/coughing/runny noses we can't go. So basically the stars have to align - which isn't as often as I'd like. But I'm working on it. I need to be more diligent about exercising at home if we don't make it to The Summit. WIP.
But I'm happy I bought the pass. At least one twirl will still cry when we enter the day care room. But after I'm gone they will calm down. I'm hoping this will help them in nursery. Just the idea that I will eventually be back for them. We shall see...
3 comments:
YAY for getting some kid-free gym time. I'm glad for you!
I remember when my boys were little and would comment on how much they loved my squishiness, or how they loved the way my arms jiggle, etc. Just what you want to hear!!!
And when people asked/ask if I'm preggers, I loudly say, "Nope - just fat! Thanks for checking!" Shuts 'em right up. ;-)
Meg had such a hard time at the gym at first. I thought we would never get to the point that it was worth my time being there. Then one day her older sisters didn't have school so they came with. From then on, she was fine going. It was wonderful. I have to say, your gym daycare looks nice and clean! It kind of makes me more grossed out by ours!
Sometimes it's so hard to get to the gym! Good job on getting yourself there. You're an inspiration!
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