I took on a challenge at the beginning of March thinking it was totally achievable.
Week 1 and Week 2 were successes. I made every workout except one cycle class. I was optimistic. Then in Week 3 Eleanor became sick. Childwatch at the gym was not an option. I could go after Alex gets home in the evenings but I have never been one to stick with night time workouts. The demands of being a mom, working part time, and my selfish nature luring me into pure relaxation once Eleanor is asleep kept me from achieving all but one workout last week.
So Monday rolled around again and I vowed to make it up. I was going to beat this challenge! And then Monday I was sick. And then Tuesday I was busy. And now on Wednesday we are really trying to work on Eleanor's sleeping and leaving the house just isn't happening. And thus we are half-way through another week and I am lagging.
I know the longer I stay away from the gym, the harder it will be to go back. I understand that working out is good for my overall well-being, spiritually, mentally, physically and emotionally. When I fall off the wagon it becomes easy to question why I should workout at all. Sure I'd like to lose another 2 or 3 pounds of baby weight. Sure it makes me feel accomplished. But isn't it enough that I push a stroller and carry a chunky baby all day long? So today I'm questioning whether or not I want to jump back on the wagon. Will I force myself into a short and simple workout tonight to make it happen? Or will I give in to another day sans sweat?