Mac turns one on Friday. Tonight is the anniversary of my water breaking, and the beginning of a looong time waiting for that baby to come out.
Her birthday is prompting a lot of self-reflection, as birthdays tend to do. In those early, hazy postpartum days, and in the ragged months that followed, the refrain I heard most consistently was that it gets better. Specifically, by the time she turns one, all the extremes of new motherhood will soften and erode. Sleep deprivation. Mourning for past lifestyle. (Ir)rational resentment of husbands. Shattered resilience, broken body.
So I’m pleased to report that one of the walls I keep running up against—finding time to take care of myself, or, more specifically, exercise—is starting to crumble. This is happening just this week, so, early results, and all. But still.
In the last week, I made to a class or the gym four times. FOUR TIMES.
For all y’all I know through fitness, this probably sounds like a pretty weak week. Or, in more gracious terms, a recovery week. Some of you regularly do that in a single day.
But this, for me, right now, is major progress. Here’s how I’m making it happen:
In the simplest way possible. I’m not trying to work out in the morning, because I don’t like mornings, and having a baby has not changed that about me.
I’m not trying to go to mommy & me fitness classes because, fun and kill-two-birds notwithstanding, the baby’s nap schedule rules all and often overrules our ability to attend.
Nope, I’m doing what comes most naturally to me, and what makes the most sense for our new lives.
I’m doing it after she goes to bed.
Stupid simple, right?
So simple I feel kind of silly writing a blog post about it.
But it’s working. And, bonus points, it eliminates a lot of decision fatigue: there are limited options for yoga or dance classes that start after 8pm, so those are the ones I go to.
That means, this week, I’ve taken lyrical contemporary, candlelight vinyasa, and jazz funk, all three of which were new to me, and all three of which I liked.
I also went to the gym once, which is not exactly new to me but is pretty rare for me.
Is this new routine making me happier? YES. More productive at work? YOU BET. A better mother? 100%. Nicer to my husband? In progress …
I’m doing my best to appreciate what’s working right now without getting too attached. If there’s anything the last year has taught me, it’s that once you think you have something figured out, everything changes again.
The timing is spectacular because this week is all about goals, and I’m grateful to have a more positive progress report to share.
Here’s to being nimble. Here’s to finding your way to the other side of whatever it is you’re running up against.
Other stuff you should know about:
- This week’s #IAmEmpowered theme is all about goals, goals, goals. Tag #EBGoals2017 #IAmEmpowered @egglandsbest #sweatpink to get in on the action!
- We are hosting our first-ever retreat this March in Sonoma, CA. It’ll be a weekend of yoga, hiking / running, sweat, community, and WINE TASTING. yeahhhh. Come join us!