Yoga!

I hate exercising. Well, I don't mind working out when I have the time, ie: nothing else to do. I think that last time that happened was before my wedding nearly four years ago. But, honestly, I was a size six when I got pregnant the first time, so it wasn't high on my priorities. Yeah, I'm not a size six anymore. I will blame a large part of that on my Postpartum Depression and general mommy-exhaustion. But with a blog to hold me accountable, I'd like to do more this time around.

Baby Blob's future nursery is currently set up as an excercise room. I've got an eliptical machine, a ball, my yoga mat and a 19" TV and DVD player. No excuses, right? Until we throw in my toddler. Who likes to press buttons. While my husband was off around the holidays I managed to get in one thirty minute workout on the eliptical. My little one was running in and out of the room, but generally staying out of my way (I also didn't have the TV turned on). I had to have my husband unplug the TV, but that was it. Today was a nightmare. I tried doing my snazzy Prenatal Yoga. The 55 minute routine ended up taking me an hour and a half between having to rewind, pause and restart because my toddler kept pressing the buttons. He would press a button, I would grab him, put him in his room and try to get back to the position I was in. He would promptly be screaming bloody murder, ruining any chance of calmness to decend, until I would let him out and then he'd start pressing buttons on the DVD player again. I finally skipped the last ten minutes after I couldn't find my spot again, and did the final relaxation pose, with my heart racing from frustration. I then left him in his room, screaming bloody murder, while I took a fast shower and tried to calm down a bit. It was a frustrating day.

Tomorrow my husband works from home and has sworn I should try this again. We will see.