I went through every article of clothing I owe during the great declutter experiment last month. Turns out I was once a girl who felt the need to own nine sports bras. Nine! Seriously, who owes nine sports bras?
I'm sure this says something about my unsavory laundry habits last decade, but it also undeniably says something about my lifestyle before children. Rediscovering my collection of work out gear was a blunt reminder that I haven't even put on put a sport bra in a couple of years. I walk quite a bit and I've done the occasional push up or sit up, but I haven't really sweated since my daughter was born.
I've never been a big sports person, but I really did enjoy working out. During my Navy days, I used to work out side by side with a lot of men. I worked very hard to not embarrass myself with limited success, but eventually something bizarre happened and I started to enjoy the work outs. I kept hitting the gym even after nobody was forcing me there.
And frankly, I'm not sure I'm swimming in the deepest gene pool around. My father had a heart attack and passed away a few months short of his 60th birthday and my mother has Parkinson's. I would like to do what I can to healthy long enough to enjoy any grand babies that might come along.
So all this is a long winded way of saying I rejoined the gym. I realize that it might be tough to get there as often as I'd like until my daughter heads off to preschool, but two or three times a week is plenty for now. At least I'll have some use for all those sports bras!
So far I've been there twice...I hope it starts getting easier soon.