I've been making inconsistent attempts at working out again at our local YMCA.
I say inconsistent because I have a 2 year old and a 3 month old that get cranky without naps and come down with colds at inopportune times.
But today! yes, today! We made it up there at 9:15 am!
I figure that's a pretty good accomplishment in my world.
Making it out the door with all of our gear is hard enough, let alone actually getting a decent work out in without the nursery workers having to come get me and tell me my child is screaming.
Yes, Eden is still dealing with separation anxiety apparently. She's decided that the YMCA nursery (as well as the church nursery, but that's another blog for another day) is the worst place on earth. We now only visit the Y if we know some of her friends are going to be there because that usually distracts her for about 20 minutes. Once I come to the rescue, she immediately becomes confused and preoccupied with the sweat dripping down my forehead.
Today she made it 30 minutes.
Me and the elliptical machine are becoming good friends.
So now she's getting used to "going to the Y." I try to get her warmed up to the idea as soon as she wakes up, that way it's not all shock, drama, and craziness when we pull up and she realizes she's nearing the dreaded nursery.
So on the drive there, I was going over the details of what was about to go down...
Me: "We're going to the Y and it's going to be so much fun! You'll have friends there and you can color and play with new toys! and Mama is going to work out while you play. ok?"
Eden: "ok!" (sure, it's all fine and dandy in the safety of the car)
Me: "You gotta be a good girl and play and have fun so that mama can go work out and get skinny! Is mama gonna get skinny?"
Eden: "ummmm. (long pause) No. Just sweaty."
Thank you, Eden, for a good laugh today. :) And probably a good reminder of what's REALLY going down!











