Gym-iversary

An old Instagram picture popped up in my Timehop today.

It was a sad blurry pic of my foot on a treadmill.

However, that sad blurry picture reminded me of where I was two years ago. I had put the health and well being of my preemie twins first for all of their short life, and I felt it was finally time to work on me for awhile.

Their first trip to the Y was interesting, in fact that first year was always touch and go. Would the gals let me actually get in a workout today? Or would I be constantly looking over the shoulder, wondering if the daycare attendant would be searching for me to come get my inconsolable child. If anything that made me work out with more intensity, who knows how much time I would get today! 

It's been 2 years since I started going to the gym regularly and it's been such a breath of fresh air in my day, both mentally and physically. Now, while the gals enjoy the daycare, I workout, read a book, or just completely veg out on my phone.

Over the first year I was able to lose the 50lbs I had gained while pregnant with the gals, and then because I was on a roll, I went for 40 more!

I've also learned a lot about myself these past two years and I'm continuing to grow. The joy of lifting, running isn't for me anymore, and now this year's venture is Yoga and Mindfulness. 

So don't think all those New Year Resolutions are a sham! I'm proof that these goals are a great way to kickstart a healthy lifestyle. 

Happy New Year Y'all! 

Toddler Torture Chamber aka Gym Daycare

A big part of my first couple years with the gals has been getting back into shape. Returning to the fighting weight of my glory years right?

Glory years aside, we got a membership at the YMCA because the daycare is usually pretty quality. We found a branch we loved & the gals as smalls got used to the baby room and learned to like their jaunts in toy heaven.

Then they turned into toddlers. New room, new people, new toddler attitudes. The instant we make the turn down the hallway where drop of is comes ALL the tears.

I get the sympathetic glances from YMCA staff as I make my way down the hallway, forcing a smile with screaming twins at my feet.

Then Thomas and his mom run by.

Thomas LOVES daycare!

"Look gals! Thomas LOVES daycare! Let's follow him!"

More screams.

We finally get to the door, I throw the gals over the gate, grab my armband, and run out before my presence causes anymore harm.

I can only imagine the dread in the workers minds.

"Crap the Tubbs twins are here!"

BUT...

I haven't been called out of a workout in a while. So there is the silver lining. They obviously calm down. I can get in my much needed workout & then I feel better for the rest of the day.

I also get a chance to sit on the bench in the lobby, breath, and catch up on my twitter feed.