Wednesday, September 17, 2008

So, I joined the gym.....

The gym membership was an effort to balance my life, health , and mental state!

After having Nora the post-partem weight loss was GREAT and then it came to a halt. Many of you know that I was diagnosed with PCOS(Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) back in Aug. '06. It's an evil infertility disease that doesn't let me ovulate on my own or lose weight easily. There was hope that the pregnancy would correct this hormone imbalance but NO it did not. In fact, my insulin issues came back worse. (Sigh) Back to the Dr. for drugs and blood tests.....back on Metformin + a lot more exercise to better control my sugar levels.

I was finding myself just mentally frazzled at the end of the day. After becoming a pseudo stay at home mom, I realized how much of my character and self-worth I placed in my job, salary, and career goals. Easy enough - start my own business. Somewhere between being a sister, daughter, mom , wife, and entrepreneur I lost my mind! Perfectionist by nature I should be able to do it ALL. Wrong!

Unexpected benefits of the gym....I get 'me' time and a glorious uninterrupted shower! Ok, some days the shower is the best part since Nora's not screaming on the other side of the glass shower door. Best quote I saw recently was in a book I'm reading, "I was a better mom, Before I had Kids" This book is so TRUE. It's all about the things women don't tell each other about motherhood and being a wife afterwards. How it's hard to balance everything and feel like YOURSELF at the end of the day.

So I pound away at the treadmill, elliptical, or free weights and contemplate life, dinner, our next trip, the shopping list, visualize clients yards, or just daydream. I run to take care of me, so I can be there for my family. Can't say I've seen any true physical results yet but I already feel like a better mom and wife. And I think that may be better than fitting back into my size 8 jeans.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

6months to go for me to find out what it's like! I still remember how my own mom couldn't go to the bathroom without one of us following her to the door to continue a conversation, tell on someone, or ask if we could do something. Oh the joys to come!