Monday, May 23, 2011

Operation MILF: Update of Supreme Wonderfulness and Awesomenity

Not unlike a stroke victim, a new mom has to relearn certain life skills. Grocery shopping. Taking a shower. Using the, er, facilities.

Like we've discussed here before, one of my biggest re-learning challenges has been figuring out how to incorporate my former fitness routine into my New Normal life as stay-at-home mom.

While I was prepared to not sweat the baby weight, figuratively and literally, until I finished nursing, I was not ready for certain realities when I did reach that milestone - for example, a baby who gets loudly bored on long walks in the (extensively researched, expen$ively bought) running stroller or a gym day care that neither of us enjoy.

Not to bewail this First World sort of problem - I also want to avoid those perilous "I had a life before I had kids, and now I only have pinot grigio" waters so many of us mom bloggers find ourselves adrift on - but my inability to get exercise in, and the spare tire result, has surprised me in how much it has frustrated me.

So imagine my smug self-satisfaction this morning when, after threatening & failing to implement a regular workout routine for weeks, I arose at the darkest hour of the morn (also known as 5:15 am) and achieved a personal first . . . I worked out *and* showered before Master P woke up. 

(***Photo of my signature bitchface circa 5:15 am redacted; with apologies for posting sans picture, but I just couldn't do that to you - or my ego.***)

This translates into my native Californian as - "Dude. DUDE." Miss Type-A Minus Ex-Lawyer here has just enough need to accomplish left in her to see this voluntary less sleep / more work thing as an accomplishment.

I realized something else as I blearily threw on my yoga pants this morning - it's not just the exercise, but the personal free time I need to somehow incorporate back into my New Normal life. What I used to see as an obligation turns out to be a healthy mental break; I thrived on that half-hour on the elliptical, zoning out to the teevee for a spell, physically unable to answer the phone or emails. 

Most importantly, I'm vain, baby or not. My extra waistline was not Raptured, and therefore those extra two hours of weekday sleep must be.

Smug though I am about this morning's accomplishments, I don't pretend that I've discovered the perfect solution to this. Carving out "me" time in a wonderfully baby-filled day will evolve as Master P's ever-changing schedule does.  I may or may not fall asleep facefirst in a pile of Puffs this afternoon thanks to my early wake-up time. The Greek Chorus of Wife Guilt, reminding me that my hard-working, billable-ing husband hasn't the time to work out lately, may render me inactive once again.

But, just for today, no one can take away the small happiness that was a well-earned shower while the rest of my little world slept.

9 comments:

Lisa said...

Yes!! Its hard to find "me" time. I get a sitter two mornings a week, and sometime I go out and run errands, but sometimes I lock myself in my bedroom and read blogs. I'm a happier person when I get time to myself.

LPC said...

Me time is critical. Just a moment to stop and repossess your identity. When my daughter was about a year old I started taking her 2 afternoons/week to a little day care. She, a wildly social kid, loved it there. Of course my son, later, the introvert, never got comfortable:( But it's really worth the effort to find some reliable time when you can do whatever you like.

Tracy said...

little steps equal big victories! good job. BTW, I referenced you in my latest entry, hope you didn't mind.

Muffy said...

Good for you! So glad you were able to find that time! I sure hope you can stick with it-- you DEF need me time. Dude.

undomestic chica said...

Good fo you! I'm still trying to get into enough of a routine that I can start working out again.

Ashley Paige said...

Well, friend. If you ever get lonely out there during those early morning workouts, I'm great company over here in the Pinot waters. Or rather, I prefer Chardonnay waters :) Truly though- I'm jealous of your motivation. We too have the expensive-jogging-stroller-gives-me-the wails-symdrome. My solution? Buy the overpriced snack tray attachment. Usually if C's mouth is full, he's too prepccupied to notice how damn bored he is!

redvelvetlife.com said...

You go girl. Protect that me time. Er, you time. ;)

for a different kind of girl said...

Good for you! It has taken me almost...OK...it's taken me 13 (and a half) years to get back into something that could be called a routine where it comes to me, taking care of me, again, and whether it's the morning (but, sigh, not anytime before 8 a.m.) or in the evening, I've been working out regularly again, and while I'm still waiting for the impact to be sunshine and roses and all those endorphin-induced good things, that hour I spend just for me each day (except Sunday...and maybe today because gah, mama's got a headache!) is sacred. Hateful, yes, but sacred.

Marion said...

Have you heard of Stroller Strides or other stroller based fitness programs? They are fitness classes designed for mothers with their children in strollers, so we sing songs and play games with them the whole time. One of our mantras is 'we are better mothers when we take care of ourselves' and we have such better days when we go to class in the morning. Highly recommend you check if any of these are offered in your area. (I have no idea where you live or how I ended up on your blog but had to comment.) :)

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