Happy Wednesday! It seems like I check in less and less frequently as the time goes by. To be honest, a lot of it has to do with the fact that I haven’t been working out recently and I’ve just been too
tired lazy to figure out any other topics to touch on. Until today.
I don’t know why, but I’ve carried a lot of guilt this time around with being so, well, sedentary. I think this is primarily due to the fact that I’ve taken all of this time off from being active, and only parts of the break was necessary. There have definitely been days that I’ve felt well enough to move around, yet I still chose not to do so. I’ve finally figured out why.
I was scared.
And here’s the kicker: it wasn’t because of the health of the baby or myself. I mean, I actually think we’d both be better off if I didn’t sit around like a bump on a log. The fact of the matter is that I was just afraid that any good day would be ruined if I attempted any type of activity. It’s like I held on to feeling “normal” like I was clinging on for dear life. And maybe sitting around was just plain easier. Let’s be honest.
Anyway, I was wrong. I definitely feel better if I force myself up off of the couch. Deep down, I probably knew I would but I was too chicken to try it out. This week something finally clicked and I decided to just get it over with, for lack of a better phrase. I signed back up for barre and promised myself I would go whenever I felt up to it.
I’ve gone twice this week already and I’m so glad I did. While I struggle-bussed it through both classes (seriously one month off and I’m this out of shape? what the heck?), I have enjoyed being back.
Yeah, my bad for posing like an idiot. It happens.
In unrelated news, I had hot coffee for the first time in forever today. I also just got home from getting my hair done. I’m basically a new woman at this point, y’all.
Have a great evening and I’ll see ya when I see ya!