Will I did it, I forced myself onto the scale.
I am heavier than I want to be, it is not a mystery. But the thing that really gets me is how my body has changed since having Lincoln.
I really haven’t gained a lot of weight since being pregnant, I am maybe 5 to 10 pounds heavier, but my body…
It just looks different.
I am bigger even though I am not heavier.
I am flabbier than I have ever been.
I look in the mirror and I just feel gross.
I have never felt that way about myself before.
The good news is that Isaac put together the treadmill. I had to work on Monday of this week and did not want Linc to go to daycare because I didn’t want to pay for a whole week of daycare when I was only going to be working one day. So he was nice enough to take off a day and watch Stinky, and while he was home he put together the treadmill that I had sitting in a HUGE box on my living room floor for a couple of weeks now.
In my defense, I was moving. It did not make sense to take it out of the box yet.
But…the bank still does not have a clear title on my home, so moving really isn’t in my near future I guess (I still don’t understand how you can legally sell a home you don’t own, but that is a whole other story).
But I came home one Monday, and BAM treadmill in the living room.
I don’ know if this is him being sweet or a really bold hint.
Just kidding, I know it is not a hint.
But that was awesome to come home to.
I feel so relieved that I can workout while Lincoln is napping. I know I can go on walks with him, and I do. And I know I can go to the gym, which I don’t because I decided being with him was more important and time is limited when I am working.
So this is perfect.
Lincoln naps, I workout.
I am psyched.
I already feel better about life. Some of my stress has drifted away.
I can workout again!