Man, I think it may be a little harder this time to get on schedule. I thought all I had to do was to put in a little effort. This takes more than effort. It takes the hand of God. Minimal sleep= too tired to attempt anything. My schedule is totally off. I've been having moments of pure panic. I feel my chest getting hot and my airway getting tight. This happens several times a day. To handle this, I stop, take a few deep breaths and I seem to calm down. I know that when I get back into my true workout routine, these panic attacks will be a distant memory.
These first two months with Nicholas added to our family have been fun; tiresome, but fun. He is such a smart boy. He is so alert, attentive and very vocal. Bug has adjusted well also. Bug plays well with Nic and makes him laugh. What a bond!
Okay, lets talk about me and the battle of the bulge. I am getting some of my old feelings back. I feel overwhelmed by all of the baby weight. I almost feel as if I can't do it. Getting on a schedule with a newborn and a three year old is no easy chore. It is so hard to put myself first. I think to myself, "the baby is going to get hungry while I am at the gym." I know that this is just a trick of my mind to get me off my "A game" but with this sleep deprivation....Mind 1....Mia 0. No matter what, I am up for the challange. I still ache to run. I still ache to fast regularly. I ache for "Me time".
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