Thursday, January 12, 2012

pilates

I'm walking fine (mostly) and feeling good so it's time to go back to the gym. I love it and miss it but not for the reasons one might think. Unfortunately, I'm not a gym rat who just loves to work out and can't get enough of it. I'd rather eat chocolate. But I do love going to the gym because I can take the girls to the daycare and they get to play with friends while I get some much needed alone time. And especially because working out and being active does wonders for my anxiety. So back to the gym we go.

The problem is that I'm not willing to leave my four month old baby in a public daycare. The big girls love it and have a great time. But I'm worried about AngelBaby not getting the attention she needs or being exposed to germs that her tiny body isn't ready for yet. But I found out that I can take the baby to the Pilates studio with me. So I dropped the big girls off in the day care (where they both made a beeline for the rock climbing wall) and took AngelBaby with me. I knew she was tired and sure enough, she feel asleep just before class started. I eagerly ditched my shoes (first time since surgery that I've worn athletic shoes, I can get them on but they're not very comfortable) and enjoyed stretching and warming up.

Halfway through class, it became apparent that AngelBaby was not asleep and was feeling left out. So I lifted the blanket off and she immediately showered everyone with smiles and cooes. She was content to watch and beam happily from her carseat for about ten minutes. But then she grew impatient and demanded I take her out of the carseat. Fortunately, we were on the mat by then and using a counterweight. She became my new counterweight and she thought it was the greatest thing in the world. She beamed and grinned and giggled and as I lifted her and stretched. The teacher and several other ladies there fell in love with her immediately and she was eager to show off for them and actually asked her (not me!) if she would be coming back next week.

eh. She's cuter than me anyway, can't say I blame them.

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