Before the pandemic. Man, how did reality become such that that expression makes sense? But, here we are. So, yeah, before the pandemic, I was really enjoying going to the gym. I was quite proud of myself and I could see the changes happening in my body. But, maybe even more importantly, I could feel them.
I was building up my muscles. They were getting stronger and I was feeling better, all around.
But, then life got weird.
At the beginning of March, William ended up in the hospital.
Obviously, the gym was the farthest thing from my mind.
Then, the next week was spring break. And while I had expected to go to the gym that week, I realized that I would rather sleep in and be home with the kids. No big deal. I fully expected that I would drop them off at school the following Monday and head the gym.
But, then life got really, really weird.
And then life stopped.
At the beginning, Brian and I took some walks. It was nice. Really nice.
And, at the beginning, Brian started cooking and baking, a lot. Gradually, the walks decreased to the point of what is a walk status but the cooking and baking did not. (Thank God! haha)
As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, I have seen my body change again but not for the better. And I can feel the changes. Again, not for the better. The silver lining is that I’m not alone in this. I’m willing to wager that most people reading this relate to the quarantine 15 concept.
Sometimes, I think that I will start finding creative ways to exercise (to paraphrase my doctor at our virtual appointment, yesterday). But, then my husband makes a fudge marble cake, just because, and I decide that finding a creative way to eat is more fun!
I wouldn’t be so blase’ if this was my new forever reality. I really look forward to being able to go back to the gym again. Although, I find it unsafe at this point. But, for now, I’m going to give myself a pass and just wait and see what my husband is making for desert tonight!