It's almost 1am, and I am blogging. I should be sleeping, since I get so little of it! But I'm wired for some reason. I'm excited, and hopeful. Don't you love that feeling?
Firstly, thanks for all of your support and agreement on the whole personal trainer bust-up. I wasn't sure if I was over-reacting or not, but I'm positive I made the right decision. The quick history is, I used to be a part of a gym near my work (pre-pregnancy). I engaged this guy as my trainer, at the gym. I stopped the sessions when I got pregnant. I recently called him again, and engaged him privately - he came to my home, and we used the gym in my condo. I think the lack of professionalism thing had to do with there being no recourse at the gym. Nonetheless, it's ovah! Onwards, as they say.
So, why am I wired? I think I hit rock bottom a few days ago. And you know what they say about direction after that happens! I'm finally feeling really motivated and confident. I'm making plans to do things like go swimming! Light jogging! Walks in the park! I just feel hopeful.
I'm having visions of myself going back to work at the end of this year, in excellent shape. I truly want this for myself again, after letting myself go.
I'm not a martyr, so I'll admit that being a new mom is incredibly overwhelming. It's joyous and wonderful. But it's also a huge responsibility and sacrifice. And the hormones are running rampant through my body. So, I will have tough days - but that's okay. Up until now, I haven't felt like it's been alright to have hard days....but now, I'm going to forgive myself for them.
You know how we all have new beginnings, where we have resolve to start afresh? January 1st. Our birthdays. Mondays. Well, what better new beginning is there than my daughter's new life? I never quite thought about it like that until now.
Now that's a good reason to feel so wired and happy, that I'm nonsensically blogging at 1am. On that note, good night!