So I am officially back at work. Monday I had to wake up, complain that it was Monday like everyone else and get back to the "grind." I work for family, so there are a lot more taxing things I could be doing. But just going back to work apparently wasn't enough for me. I also chose to go back to the gym that day. Waking up at 6am to go to the gym is a LOT different than waking up at 6am to feed a baby. Getting dressed is a lot of effort people.
The worst part of all of it? Tuesday. Geez Louise was I sore. I haven't taken that big of a break from the gym since I was in high school (at that point I was playing on multiple softball teams at any given time so it didn't matter). I chose to do legs my first day back. I've never felt so intimidated by that little 45lb bar. I swear the squat rack was laughing at me on Tuesday morning when I went in for more torture. Seriously...I'm pretty sure I'm waddling more now than I was 9 months pregnant.
I know it'll all be worth it when I start seeing results. I also know that I just had a baby a month ago so it's not going to happen so easily. Any encouraging words would be great, at this point I'll take any I can get.
