Yesterday I wrote about the absolutely crushing workout that is Spin class. The thing I should note about Spin is, it's often touted as a workout with plenty of room for individualization. That is, you're free to turn up or turn down the resistance to meet your level of fitness. And the instructor turns off the lights, so nobody can really see what you're doing on your individual bike anyway.
Nonetheless, the class manages to kick your ass no matter what fitness level you're at. And I, a person with a very strong guilt complex, attempt to get through every class without having to drop out/take a break/lag behind/make my own schlubby workout.
So, after Spin class yesterday, I was pretty much glued to my bed. I know, I'm a stay-at-home mom, we never rest, blah, blah, blah ... but the truth is that I lay in my bed reading for at least an hour yesterday while my kid played quietly in his room. Look, he doesn't take a nap anymore. An hour of quiet playtime is the best I'm gonna get.
Except I had promised to take Nathan to Lego Time at the library at 3:00. Ahh, Legos. Such a wonderful classic toy, promoting imagination and creativity and learning about architecture ... and ... but ... I just don't personally enjoy building-type toys. Especially when I'm relegated to a library basement with florescent lighting and forced to play one-on-one with my kid and some building-type toys.
But who says no to a totally free, wholesome activity in an air-conditioned room? Especially when the activity involves minimal hassle for you and a good degree of excitement for your kid? So, we went to Lego Time. Nathan loved it. I counted down the minutes. Aaaannd ... done.
Mother of the Year.
I'm not, however, Chef of the Year, because last night we had breakfast for dinner. Except ... somehow it took me the better part of an hour to prepare. Between the hash browns and the millions of pancakes and the separate, individualized omelets ... phew.
Yadda, yadda, yadda ... Nathan and I both fell asleep before the sun went down.
You guys, I am just so exhausted. (No, I'm not pregnant. Don't even ask.) I suspect this exhaustion has something to do with excessive working out and minimal eating, which Trainer Jill would scold me for, but, come on, what can I do? Weight Watchers and all that.
I also suspect I am a having a bit of a bout with depression. Which is like, seriously?! It's summer, I'm exercising, I'm eating right, life is good ... WHY?! You might be thinking that I shouldn't automatically equate exhaustion with depression, but I have ways of knowing. I have ways.
But, you know, I'm properly medicated and all that, so this bout is more of a minor annoyance than a major catastrophe. Yay drugs! And so, I press on. Today I'm going to swim a little before lifting weights with Trainer Jill (See: Excessive working out with minimal eating).
Oh and later this week, I'm going to the beach. To stare at a large body of water.