Friday: Swim and Tracy Anderson

Oh I so did not go to 5 AM swim this morning.  The baby coughed a bit, then was up at 2:00 AM and when I got back in bed at 3:00 AM, the thought of getting up one hour later to go to swim was just ridiculous.  RIDICULOUS.  I feel that I will try again next week.  I do have a three month old, and I will have to make some concessions.

Last night, I sort of had in my head that the baby would sleep through the night, I would swim early and arrive home before anyone woke up, then I would drink a hefty amount of coffee, and THEN I would leisurely load the kids up at 10:00 AM.  We would amble over to the YMCA, and I would take a pilates class and a yoga class.  Like I said, this may indeed happen next week, just not today.

Instead of 5 AM swim, I loaded everyone up for the swim nursery at 8:30 AM swim.  It was pretty great, as my three year old was thrilled to be there and my 3 month old just slept the entire time.  It was a real swim nursery luxury.  I got in 3100 yards, and had a great swim.  We stopped on the way home to let my older son play on a playground.

I got in some intense Tracy Anderson ab work during nap time and then cleaned out my closet and put a few things up for sale on ebay.  It was a pretty leisurely Friday.  Nothing ambitious.

I spent an inordinate amount of time griping about my post pregnancy stomach with my sister, looked hopelessly at summer bathing suits, and had a full on confrontation with a tub of Nutella.

We had had a tub of Nutella in the house that I "bought for my son" for about a week.  I told myself that I bought it to spread on his whole wheat toast to encourage him to eat a fuller breakfast.  This was a pretty serious lie to tell myself however.  I truly bought the Nutella for me and have been having a spoonful or so, every once in a while for the whole week.  Today, I broke down and dumped a couple of spoonfuls into my smoothie and at 4:00 PM, I just got out a spoon and finished off the whole thing.  I was vanquished by a jar of sugared chocolate.

What did I expect?  If I do not have the self discipline to get to swim for the early practice, why did I think I could withstand the supernatural powers of a jar of Nutella and why did I then further punish myself by looking at swimsuits online.  It is a sick spiral of sadness, and I have to stop it for the love of Mike.