I can barely walk today, let alone squat down to use the facilities, but it’s fine – I’ll deal. It was a fun Pilates class, and I didn’t die, so I can’t really complain.
You see, I’m indulging in this new thing called “me time”.
For the better part of this year, I thought “me time” meant taking a shower. Getting some sleep, maybe. Driving in the car alone.
A few weeks ago, my husband sat me down. He said we had to talk. He had a very serious look on his face.
Here’s how the conversation went:
“Are you leaving me?”
“NO, dummy – but I am insisting you start taking some time out for yourself. You need it. Find a hobby.”
“But writing is my hob-”
He cut me off there. “Writing is not your hobby. It’s your calling, and that’s fine – but get out of the house once or twice a week and get off the computer.”
Ok, so… what am I supposed to do?
Shop? Can’t – I’m on a budget.
Book club? Can’t – I’m a teacher (that’s what Summer break is for).
Knit? Uh, no thanks.
That’s when it hit me – I had no more excuses left. It was time to get back to the gym. Sigh.
Before baby, working out was totally my hobby. It’s what my day revolved around.
If I wasn’t at work or asleep, I was on the treadmill, the elliptical, the Bosu ball, swinging a kettle bell or hanging off some TRX ropes.
Well now, if I’m not at work or asleep, I’m enjoying every second with my baby and my husband, writing these lovely blogs for you, and folding laundry.
Literally, that’s my life.
Until my husband snapped me back to reality.
That same night, a friend of mine posted information about her Pilates studio. She told me she was “obsessed” and that they give a free first class.
Hmm… I could do “obsessed”. And I could certainly do free.
Pilates. I used to love it back in the day. Knowing I probably wouldn’t be any good at it anymore, I decided to get this big booty back on the reformer anyway, if for nothing more than a laugh and a good stretch.
But after one session, not only was I hooked again, I literally fell head over heels for my instructor. No, not a sexy, chiseled man. A woman, actually – a strong, hot, HAPPY mama – from my home stomping grounds of Long Island, with an energy that makes you want to be around her all the time.
So I did it – I picked up a new hobby. My class is late at night and I’m usually exhausted before I even get to class, but each time I walk out of the studio, I feel strangely empowered and get home feeling like a bad-ass mama, despite my aching hamstrings and my burning buns.
And yes, my husband loves it. He even complimented my “nice Pilates butt” the other day.
As a mama, we get so lost in the shuffle of day-to-day life and just trying to survive. Full-time work schedules, food shopping, house cleaning, laundry folding and devoting your all to your child can really take a toll on you after a while, and there is NOTHING wrong with admitting it.
My advice to you? Go try something new. Push your body to see how great it actually is, despite the extra baby weight.
And in the words of my sassy Pilates instructor…
…”Keep doing nice things for yourselves!”
(I promise you this is a happy face. I just can’t smile AND balance at the same time.)