Day 2 at the gym

Before I tell you about my 2nd day losing it on the prairie, I need to affirm that while my moniker says "Mom Interrupted", if my kids need me, I'm there! No matter how old they get... but as I have been reminded, I am trying to define myself beyond momdome - and shaking 50-100 pounds of 'ignoring myself, fighting stress with cookie dough, and using being too busy as an excuse to not exercise' momdome is the numero uno objective.

You know how you sometimes say "I'm so fat" and people will say - "you are not!". People don't say that anymore. It stings each and every time. The truth hurts people. I so didn't want to go to the gym without Kate on Tuesday. I am the best rationalizer on earth, so I turned my usual strategy for not doing something inside out, and blasted myself with my own weapon. Self, you need to see what the gym is like at 7 as compared to 5:30. And wasn't I pleasantly surprised to see that there were half as many people there and the ones that were there were twice as old and out of shape as the early birds. I asked for help programming the treadmill and walked to Dancing with the Stars, and ironically, The Biggest Loser. I forgot my water, towel and hairclip, and my alternate headphones don't fit over my glasses, and discovered the side benefit to everyone wearing headphones is that if you fart, no one will hear. Kate is back for Wednesday and she will be less embarrased by me - and that is a step in the right direction!