Daniel is now eight weeks and three days old… which means I am eight weeks and three days post pregnant. My excuse for not hitting the gym at six weeks is that we ended up flying down to Melbourne to visit family and introduce Daniel to his other grandparents for the first time.
My excuse for not hitting the gym in the last weeks? Uh… not getting around to it couple with a smidgen of indecisiveness?
The two truths are 1) I’m naturally lazy when it comes to exercise (although those who only know me as their awesome Step/Pump/Cycle/Boxing instructor would not know – but the 6am Friday morning Fitness Challenge crew probably know better, haha!) and 2) I’m naturally extremely fussy, and these days I would be particularly fussy about other instructors’ classes because now I would actually be mentally assessing if they’re up to par or not in their instructing skills.
I know, that’s terrible, but I can’t help myself.
So anyway, I am particularly drawn to one gym after looking at their timetable, however after spending a few minutes tonight highlighting every class style and time that I could potentially attend, it turns out 80% of those classes are taught by the same instructor! He is all over this timetable! I can’t decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing. If he’s an awesome instructor then it would be a fabulous thing indeed… or would it? Would I get bored seeing the same person every time I go to the gym to attend a class?
I guess only time will tell. For now, time to get my butt off the couch and do something about these excess postnatal kilos I’m carrying. I’ve got 8kg to lose!
A Healthy Mumma 