Weekly Workout Wrap-up week 1

So it was a bit of a mixed bag this week. I made it to the gym twice this week, and walked a fair bit in between. My third night was replaced by a crafting night (good for my mental health, right?) where I only knew one person. My friend did most of the talking for the 12 ladies there, and this uh, knitting circle had a lot of novice knitters making rhomboid shaped scarves. Nice women, but not really my crowd. Especially the look of horror some of them gave me when I mentioned my son loves watching the documentary Babies.

Since only some ghetto uneducated mother would let her son watch TV or movies their stare told me.

 Most of them were not mothers. Just you wait ladies. Once you have a kid, you'll understand.

You'll be singing this in the shower:

Does trying to do the actions for this song count as exercise?

I did weights on Saturday. Hello weights. I've missed you most of all. Chock-o-block full of bench pressy goodness. Must get back into weight lifting on a regular basis. I need to figure out a routine that covers all the bases in two or three days a week.

The food intake was the so-so part of this week. I must get back on to Fitday. It's like an online food journal. Not to be obsessive about the calories I eat, but more to be accountable. That and it has pie charts of your daily intake of carbs, protein and fat. Gotta love the pie charts.

Let's get physical!

Oh my god. Why did I go there with the title. Now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head for like three weeks. Anywooo!

So we've joined the local Y as a family. Husband needs to exercise. He's always worked very physically demanding jobs and now he's working at a desk, clicking a mouse all day. I NEED to exercise. I feel so much better, physically and mentally when I do. It's essential for me to finally shake this depression that's been lingering like a bad cold. The worst part? Come close, so I can whisper this. I haven't lost any of my pregnancy weight *hanging head in shame*. So last week while husband was home from work for the week during the holidays I went to the gym. By myself. I put a sportsbra on. I walked to the gym, walked up the three flights of stairs and opened the door to the cardio/weight room. Thankfully I was a member there years ago (when I got the cheapo student rate), so I knew where to go. Eyes on me. Several. I swear I wasn't imagining it. I got on an elliptical machine (safe, I knew what to do, no freaky settings) and started up. I looked around the room. Yeah. I'm fat. Not only that, but I'm the fattest person in the gym. What. The. Fat? It was the most embarassing/discouraging/motivating moment for me. I know I'm overweight. But SERIOUSLY? The ladies at the gym were all Lululemon wearing stick insects complaining about eating too much on a cruise.

I used to love going to the gym. I went regularly before I got pregnant. I thought, I'm totally going to workout all through my pregnancy. I researched what I could do, what was safe. Then the morning sickness took over my body. Then the fatigue. Then the belly. I walked a lot and did prenatal yoga until my 40th week. I want to get back to where I have a regular routine again.

So, I'm going to start a Weekly Workout Wrap-up. To keep myself honest. It's like Weight Watchers, but cooler. No overly made up lady with poofy hair and pleated pants clucking at me to count every Bite-Lick-Taste. I did WW before. I became obsessed with the points, and not in a good way. So it's just about being sensible and getting healthy (and getting out of the stretchy pants).