I've always been the workout at home-type. I run outdoors, sometimes on the treadmill, do the shred at naptime. But really, I've been dying to become a member at the ymca.
I'd been dropping hints left and right to Declan about it, but we always came to the same conclusion---it was just a lot of money monthly to my budget nazi husband (I love him) and then I what if you don't even use it?-lecture. It was annoying.
Then, one magical day--he came home from work telling me that his boss wanted to pay for individual memberships to anyone in his (small) company who wanted them. Ummm. WHAT. A) Awesome and B) I wanted the membership, not him. Not fair. Whaaaa.
One thing led to another and (it worked out in my favor) we were able to figure out getting a family membership for about half the price thanks to his employer. It made it financially much more justifiable, and yay! family member benefits!
Let me just say this. I love it.
I love it way more than I ever thought I would. And I use it.
It helps that there are awesome classes, and other people around motivating me to workout. It helps that I know a ton of people who go there. It helps to have access to a billion awesome machines and weights and everything right at your fingertips. It helps that it's close by. It helps that there are really great staff who will watch my kids while I sweat.
It's weird, because I'm becoming a bit of a gym junkie. I find myself antsy and annoyed on mornings I don't get to go. I get in a few morning workouts throughout the week. After I drop Emeline off at preschool two mornings a week, I pop in for Zumba if I can. I even meet Declan there on his way home from work two days a week for a short workout. It's just really, really convenient.
I'll be honest--my biggest hurdle to overcome was regarding my kids. I felt awful at first about leaving them to the care of complete strangers at the y's childcare. But, after the first time--Emeline asked to go back constantly. She loved it. She doesn't get to go as often as Lucy since she's at preschool two of the days--but when she goes, she has so much fun. My favorite part about picking her up is when she gives us a hug, and says, "Mom, why you all watery? You been exercisin'??"
It gives the girls a good laugh every time.
Lucy? I worried about her more than Em. She's still a baby. Would she be ok? And the answer is--yes. yes. and yes. She was, and she is. They even get her to sleep sometimes, which shocks me, and I often sneak peeks at her while I pass by and she's playing with other babies and the staff. It's really sweet.
I don't feel guilty about this anymore. I really don't.
I've gained my nap times back to do work for my job, to write, to clean, or whatever else needs to be done, and in general I feel better.
I'm not losing weight. Not at all, actually. But my body feels stronger and more capable than it ever has, and that feels good.
Sometimes I want to be all in your face, see I use it to my husband when I've made it there 4x in a week. But I hold my tongue, and just take it out on the stairmaster. :)
It's weird, really. I never, ever thought of myself as a gym-go'er. I had a small phase in life, high school years, where I was a student member. I did ab-class all the time, and worked out a bit. But I swear, gyms with childcare are made for moms (duh) to make life just a tad bit easier. It has seriously enhanced mine, and I'm grateful for it.
are you more the gym type or home-workout type? both? curious your thoughts about it.
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