Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 17 June 2015

I miss the gym. I do. I really really do. I miss throwing my earbuds in and jumping on the elliptical or the treadmill and not worrying about anyone yelling they need something to drink or attempting to jump on with me or playing you can't get me with the moving parts of.. the elliptical. Or crawling up to the elliptical making the cutest little squeals with upstretched arms basically saying. Pick me up momma!! While I love the kids.. I miss working out!! I miss eating what I want and still watching the weight fall off. I miss feeling like I was winning the fight against the jiggle. I know there are exercises I can do with the kids but.. it's just not the same. I don't care what you say. It isn't. Add three to the mix and it's almost downright impossible. Try to benchpress one kid and another kid gets jealous. Try to do pushups over a kid playing peekaboo and another kid jumps on your back scaring the pee out of you because you're terrified you're about to crush the first kid thanks to the sudden added 30 lbs on your back. Nope.. not the same. I miss the gym.

One of the main reasons I had to give up the gym was time. I only have time to do it over my lunch hour. I can't do it after work because the kids are already at a sitter for almost 11 hours a day. I can't do it at lunch because I'm nursing. I thought about not nursing but apparently we are going camping and I've been told it would be alot more convenient if I just nursed for another month and a half for.. camping. Really? I'm going to continue to nurse so I can sleep on a cot in the middle of nowhere just so I can have a smore and flash my extended family because you know there is not a 10 month old baby that will keep a blanket on them in the middle of the summer while nursing and where is there privacy in camping? Sounds like a poorly thought out reason. The comfort of my pants.. now that's a more powerful reason to not nurse. That and the fact that the kid is 10 months and developing teeth. Also a pretty good stinkin reason.

So as I have this gym debate in my head and I curse out my mother and sister who suggest that whole.. well couldn't you just nurse until we get back? Sure you might get mosquitto bites on your boobs but really.. it would be alot more convenient. I have another gym issue. I have a fear of the gym buddy. Since I stopped going another person in the dept started going. She's nice.. very sweet.. slightly too nice.. slightly too sweet.. and she's the bosses spy. I can envision her picking the machine next to mine every stinking day and telling me stories I've already heard. If she doesn't then she will report the time I left, spent in the locker room, got dressed, and returned to my desk.

I may be doomed. Maybe I could switch departments and take on an entirely different job. It may be the only way I make it back to the gym. After the camping trip that is. *smacking my head*