Well it’s been about a week and a half since I rejoined the gym, and I can honestly say I didn’t realize just how much I missed it until I walked through those doors. Frankly, I feel it was a poor discussion to drop my membership in the first place. I mean, for a family membership at the YMCA, I get the wonderful perk of three hours of babysitting for every one of my children. That’s three hours to workout, hit the sauna, go to the café, or just take a nap in the women’s area. Yeah, now that’s nice!
I decided to try and start slow on my routine, so I spend more time walking on the trails than anything. My main goal is to walk a minimum of an hour a day, four to five times a week, just to get myself into the habit of going. I’m also helping my kids get acclimated with the other children and the ladies who run the daycare center. I think it’s an excellent starting goal to focus more on the routine than pushing myself too vigorously and getting burned out. Then, as I go along, I can intensify my workout routine
In this short period of time, changes are already taking place. To start, my husband has made many comments as to how happy I’ve been lately. He’s noticed a real positive change in my behavior. Further, I’ve already lost some weight to the tune of two pounds, and yeah, that may not be a ton, but I’ve learned losing it slowly means you won’t gain it back overnight like crash with dieting. My favorite change, so far, is that I’m more energetic already, so my children and I have been spending more and more time outside playing together. Even if I don’t lose another pound, it makes me so happy to be making memories with them.
I guess the next change I’d like to work on is getting organized at home to make everything more zen, so I can continue forward with my baby steps. I’ve learned much over these past nine months since leaving the gym and walking away from putting some care into myself. One, I AM a much happier person when I have some time to myself. Two, I AM a much better care giver to my children and a better wife to my husband. Three, I AM far less stressed out. Finally, I AM happier in my own skin.
I guess the moral of the story is don’t walk away from you. In the end, to lose yourself means not to enjoy everything you love about yourself and those you love to the fullest.