Time at the Gym

Exercising has been a part of my life for the last 4 years. I had gotten really uncomfortable in my own skin and so I decided to do something about it. Unfortunately for me, the answer came with a wake up call of 5:30 am, 3 days a week. It took my trainer (also a good friend of mine) calling me every morning to ensure I would get up and get to "class". There are 3 other ladies in my class and we have all been together for the entire 4 years.

Sometime a year or so ago I decided I would take up running. Why I decided this, I have no idea. I loathe to run but I knew I needed the extra cardio. Amazingly enough, it became a solace in a crazy life to me. Running was when I had long talks with the Lord, listened to worship music and became lost in praise or just enjoyed the beauty of God's creation. It was a stress reliever and I time I could sort out all sorts of feelings. I built myself up where I could run almost 3 miles and would do it 2 or 3 times a week and I actually enjoyed it.

Last June when we realized we were pregnant, running was the first thing to go. I had clearance from my doctor that I could continue but my body violently disagreed. I tried walking but that just took way to long for me. Then the 5:30 wake up call became too much too. The only real pregnancy symptom I had was EXHAUSTION. I was tired the entire 39 weeks I was pregnant. Thankfully the 3 previous years of working out paid off and I didn't pay too much for not doing so while I was pregnant.

When Carson was 3 weeks old, I went back to class. I still haven't gotten back in the habit of going all 3 days but I do generally manage 2 days a week. My body is not up for running yet but I am slowly getting back into that as well.

There is one exercise routine that is done daily at our house now. It's called Mat Time.

We are daily exercising our arm muscles and reflexes. We are learning to reach out and grab things and are totally enthralled by all the bright colors. Carson LOVES laying on his back in his own little gym and doing his exercises until...........

you flip him over on his tummy for "tummy time".

Today was actually better. He was showing off just how big he thinks he is and wasn't even screaming in the process. If this isn't a look of determination, I don't know what is. (I think he thinks that Mommy will pick him up if he does his exercises quickly and without complaining.)

Mommy is just glad that this type of exercising doesn't make her all hot and sweaty. :)