Pumping Iron

I'm feeling sore already....

I went to the gym this morning for the first time in a LONG time.  I've been wanting to get back into the gym but haven't.  Whether it be because of my schedule, anxiety, or pure laziness - it has been long overdue.  Two weeks ago I enlisted Matt as my personal trainer and asked him to help me get motivated about the gym.  He didn't just help - he created a 4 day strength training work out regimen.  I appreciate his enthusiasm and definitely feel that with this outline getting back to working out won't be so daunting.  So today was the day.

Working out used to be a part of me - I was a gym rat.  I would spend at least an hour and a half at the gym - run 5-6 miles then do some strength training.  I was fit. A couple years ago when I was first having trouble with my anxiety I steered clear of the gym. To me it was a trigger- not sure why.  I've always been an athlete so letting that part of me slip away was sad. I would work out from time to time but nothing like I used to and then I got pregnant.  When I was pregnant I would walk 3 miles and do Pilates but it still wasn't the same...

I didn't head back to the gym today just for me, although the vanity in me is looking forward to the results - but I did it with Grace in mind.  I want to be a healthy, active mother - I want Grace to not only learn her ABC's, please and thank yous from me but I want her to look at me as a role model to how to live a healthy life.  I am lucky enough to have learned so many life lessons from my parents - and being active was one of them - I learned that from my father.  He is a 66 year old man that plays tennis, rides his bike 100 miles and has more energy than anyone around him.  Even though he has always been this way I am still amazed of what he accomplishes - I guess my hope is that when I am 66 years old, Grace looks at me with the same amazement.

As corny as it may sound it only takes one step to get closer to your goal - i'm just thrilled I got a new pair of sneakers.