With all that I do it is very important for me to not lose sight of myself.  It can be very hard to take care of yourself while you are nurturing everything and everyone else around you.  We hear time and time again to put ME first, or better yet if mommy’s not happy no one is happy (that’s the rule I live by, lol).  But to actually put this into practice can be so hard.  Because what does it actually mean to put ME first.  Does it mean getting your nails done, having a spa weekend, alone time?  What does that really mean?  It can mean different things for everyone.  And it can be different activities or implementing one activity at a time.

When I think about all the things I use to do, prior to kids (and this dreaded economy), all the things I really enjoyed doing but put to the side becuase I now have “responsibilities”, as our parents would say,  I do think about going to get a pedi and mani twice a month.  I think about going to Victoria secret once a month (at minimum) to purchase underwear (5 for $25, do they still have that sale), and I think about exercising.  However since having kids, and making some not so great financial decisions things that I did to make me feel good took a back seat.  I tried to channel those things into making sure the children and the house had everything they needed.  But I was the one suffering.

Sad to say but my weight climbed back up to my pregnancy weight and if you have been reading my posts over here for the past 3 years, you know that I have been struggling to get it off.  Well I’m happy to say that I finally achieved some movement in my weight.  In fact I’m finally out of the 180s.  I am 179 lbs to be exact (lol). How did I do this.  A couple of ways.  I started walking more (not by choice).  With little man in day care, us having (had) one car, and hubby has an evening shift.  I’m the one that has to pick up little man.  Which means I have to make that 15 minute walk daily to pick him up.  Okay not too bad, but that inspired me to do a bit more.  I found out that the YMCA near my house has a spinning class.  Well I jumped in.  I did spinning a few years ago and really enjoyed it.  So to fine a class near my house was awesome.

So my first day was treacherous.  I didn’t remember class being like this (shoot, I don’t even know if I remember the class).  I fixed the bike to my height and liking, then we got started.  The warm up KICKED MY BUTT.  I could not believe he said now it’s time to work out.  I was already drenched in sweat.  Oh did I mention I had to sit down because it was just too much for me.  Yes, I sat the entire class.  Everyone was standing on their bikes bouncing to the awesome music and I just couldn’t get it together.  I was out of breath and hurt.  I was so glad the instructor started to slow us down, but then these spinning class wonder beast begged him for 2 more songs (2 more freakin songs????????).  When it all was over I was exhausted and felt a little bad.  I felt bad because here I am this young women being encouraged by women that could clearly be my mom (my mom is in her mid 60s).  These women are telling me “it’s okay, you’ll do better next time”, or “don’t worry you’ll be able to stand the entire class soon”.  Are you kidding me??  Well I made a promise to myself that I will go back and my goal is to be able to stand the entire class.  I did go back but I was only able to stand for a little more than half the class.  I was totally pumped and excited.

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