Don't you just hate it when you wake up in the middle of the night and have odd epiphanies? Kyle woke me up to take him to the potty at about 3am and then I couldn't get back to sleep. My epiphany: I'm fat. Well not "fat" but there's definitely a little more padding around my middle and less muscle tone in my thighs. At least I think there is, it's so hard to remember exactly what my pre-pregnancies (four!) body looked like. My "eat whatever I want" diet has probably caught up with me. For 7 years, I've almost constantly been pregnant or nursing (or both, eek) so those extra calories didn't have a chance to collect in fat cells. And at 26 years old, this is also about as good as my metabolism is ever going to be. It's all downhill from here. *winks*
So my "middle of the freaking night when I'm suppose to be asleep but I'm awake" mind decided I need to go to the Y in the morning to see how bad the damage is. Why go to the Y? Because we don't have a scale and I couldn't think of any other way to determine my weight. (Remember it's the middle of the night so simply buying a scale didn't seem logical.) I've always liked numbers and knowing my exact weight before proceeding with any drastic measures seemed necessary. On my wedding day I weighed 120, my most fit "I can do 65 push ups in 2 minutes" weight was 128 (during Army ROTC in college), my heaviest was 155 a week before I delivered the twins. My drivers license lists me at 5'3", 125lbs. I needed to know by how much I was lying.
With my usual optimism (I'm not responsible for anything spit on your monitor or keyboard when you read that), I dressed in work out clothes, dropped the big 3 off at school, and took Kyle and Kelly to the Y with me. We have a fantastic membership at the local Y that we hardly ever use it except for the padded room. Our excuse? It's in another town, about a 15 mile drive. *shrugs* They have 2 hour free babysitting for members that I've used in the past. However every time I've started a work out regiment, I found out I was pregnant and had to stop. Seriously. Anyway Kelly has never been there so I was a bit nervous about how she would react. I signed them in, told them to page me immediately if there were any problems (they usually wait a few minutes to see if the child will calm down on his/her own), and left with my nifty numbered badge (needed to retrieve the kids later).
So I weighed myself in the ladies locker room and then walked down to the Cardio Strength Center (their name for the room full of work out equipment). Since I hate diets and don't really want to change the way I eat (I'm not sure I could make it through the day without Mountain Dew and chocolate), I decided that I should concentrate on working off the extra calories and toning my muscles. A walk on the treadmill would do fine for my first day into this. I set up the machine and off I went!
For 7 minutes... "Katie F... Please come to the Child Watch Room. Paging Katie F..." *rolls eyes* I hit stop on the machine, hopped off, and walked back to the babysitting room. Kyle was throwing a royal fit complete with hiccups and hyper ventilating. Kelly looked rather distraught as well but not in near as bad of shape as Kyle. Joy... So I signed them out and we headed home. Guess it's time to dust off the exercise tapes.
Oh and my weight? *whispers* 136 pounds :) Again, not responsible for any damage to your computer equipment. *winks*
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