Working Out and Working Hard

I am very proud of myself right now. I've made it to all of the gym classes that I said I was going to — except yoga, but that's the working hard part of this post — and I got a TON of work done on Tuesday.

So my new fitness plan involves going to Body Step & Pump classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Pilates on Wednesday & Friday (conveniently right after the Body Pump classes), Yoga on Thursday and running on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. I've finally figured out a way to make sure that I actually go. Gym time is now me-time. I can drop N off in the day care and, provided that he's not screaming he head off, have one-two hours of uninterrupted time to think and plan. Don't get me wrong; I love my baby. I thank God for him every day. But at the same time, it's nice to get away from him sometimes. So going to the gym accomplishes two things for me: I get fit (lose weight) and get some me time.

I didn't make it to yoga on Tuesday because that was my deadline for turning in events, and I missed it. I grossly underestimated the time it would take me to double-check all my info. While I hated missing my deadline, it was nice to know that, if I need to, I really can get a lot of work done with N here. Granted, D handled most of the day, but I still managed to get a bunch done while I was "on." I feel pretty good about getting a "schedule" worked out. I say "schedule" loosely, because schedules and babies don't often go hand-in-hand. We used to have a schedule, but he's pretty much given up on napping. I think his teeth are bothering him — it feels as if his two bottom teeth are getting ready to pop through and, Lord knows, he's been fussy enough lately.