Seriously, all I want to do right now is WORK OUT! But, with nine weeks to go before my baby is born, other areas of my life are pre-empting that plan. Take, for example, today: it was to be my first day back at the gym after a few weeks of exile. I laid out my clothes, packed my bag, filled my water bottle, and dug out my favorite cap. I was soooooo ready. Then, I was foiled. No sleep.
I am blaming it on my husband, since he's the one who turned on the bathroom light and woke me up at 12:57 am. For the next two and a half hours I laid awake with the lyrics to "Uptown Girl," running through my head and my brain spinning with all of the stuff left to do before the baby comes. The point is, I wasn't sleeping. And, if I wasn't sleeping, I wasn't resting.
The old, single me would have just sucked it up and gone to the gym anyway. I know, not ideal but that's me. But I'm double now. I can't just do whatever I want and deal with the consequences later. I knew that if I didn't get some sleep and still went to the gym, by 2:00 I'd be falling asleep and wearing myself out, killing any chances of another workout the next day.
See? I do learn some stuff once in a while. :)
ANYWAY, I finally fell back asleep around 3:30 am (after reading a few chapters of a book and eating a raspberry muffin). When my alarm went off at 4:20, I said a silent curse word in my head and changed the time to 6:30. Damn grown-up being responsible and *&%^ing sleep!
I have my fingers crossed for tomorrow, that I'll get a good night's sleep and be able to meet my walking group. But at this point in the game, I'm realizing that crossing my fingers is about the best plan I can make some days!
I wonder how evil it would be to disconnect the bathroom light... :)
Good day! Get out there and get healthy!