I am quite proud of myself for my strength in limiting my sugar the past two weeks! I grew up on maple syrup, Im a ‘sugar Cub’, according to my fiancé!
The difficult part has been exercising. You see… I LOVE my sleep. At one point during a womanly check up, my nurse practitioner said to me “you know, it’s normal for adults to be getting 6-8 hours of sleep a night, not 10”.
This was a bit of a worry for me coming into motherhood, how the hell am I going to cope with such little sleep?! Maybe I should look into a nanny? Maybe I will have a baby who sleeps through the night from a young age?
My Bub is almost 7 months and although she is a good sleeper, she still gets up once (nothing to carry on about, I know!). I love the stage she’s at now but just wish I could have a couple of full night sleep!
I was never one to get up and work out in the morning, NEVER. I am an afternoon worker outer or evening if I have to. Somewhere along the way someone told me it’s better to work out later in the day because everything is “open” or “awake” (I can’t remember exactly) , but it was welcomed news! Although, it didn’t matter, I wasn’t going to change!
Exercising whilst in the company of my child doesn’t excite me. I like running…alone. It clears my mind and it does wonders for my body. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find the time or energy. Mostly energy.
Mornings are unpredictable and by the time I have another set of hands to help in the evening, I’m knackered. A tricky cycle. I probably would have more energy if I exercised but can’t get my butt out the door because I’m too tired.
Writing it down helps, it makes my excuse real.
With any luck, I will make it out the door once this week. Maybe that will be my goal, baby steps!