Winded

So we did pushups and sit-ups this morning. Man, are my arms feeling it. Man, am I a wuss—10 pushups and I’m sore. Man, I need to get in shape.

Now that Laura’s here and there is no more possibility of having kids, I think I am ready to do something about losing the baby weight. I lost most of the Laura Weight pretty quickly (although I fear I’ve gained a little of it back—I’m afraid to get on a scale until I’m ready to do something real about it), but I’m still carrying around a good 30 pounds of Harrison Weight.

I think, psychologically, I just wasn’t prepared to go through all the work and effort to lose the weight from his gestation when I knew that I’d be turning right around and gaining it back. The year or so before we decided to try getting pregnant with him, Robert and I had lost a lot of weight and were really the fittest we had ever been as adults. It had been a hard won battle and we were very proud of ourselves. But the baby chub that came along the next year was very depressing and I don’t think we every really shook it off. We had lost some of our fluff, but it was very stubborn and, knowing that we would be trying for another baby in the near future, I fear that I didn’t take my end of it very seriously.

In all honesty, I’m not sure I’m ready for the whole shooting match of strict diet and heavy exercise. I think that I want to try to get back into having some physical activity regularly before I try to eat monastically. I think that if I can get my stamina and a little flexibility back, the rest might fall into place.

At the very least, it would be nice to be able to climb a flight of stairs at work (which I do each and every day at work) and not be winded at the top.