How I Plan to Lose the Baby Weight

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When my favorite barre instructor left my gym last year, I admit that it was harder for me to get the motivation to exercise at a gym/studio. (Not to mention that I was pregnant and getting bigger by the day.) I ended up terminating my membership and haven’t been inside a gym since.

Now that JG’s arrived and a new year has begun, I’m ready to get back to my beloved group fitness classes and lose the last bit of baby weight. But with so many awesome boutique fitness studios, I didn’t know where I wanted to start. I was dragging my feet and feeling very conflicted until I received an email from ClassPass asking me if I wanted to try it. No joke, I jumped up and down with joy.

ClassPass is a monthly membership to the best boutique fitness classes in your city. There are thousands of classes available to ClassPass members, including cycling, pilates, yoga, strength training, dance, martial arts, and more. With ClassPass, I won’t have to pick just one studio; I can test a few and find which ones I like best. Awesome, right?!

For $79 – $99 a month (price varies by city), ClassPass members get unlimited classes to studios in the ClassPass network. While members can take as many classes per month as they’d like, they can visit the same studio up to 3 times per monthly membership cycle. For more information on the program, check out the ClassPass FAQs.

In the Baltimore/Annapolis area and want in the fun? Click here to skip the waitlist and sign up today. Let me know what classes you’re attending; I’d love to join you!

Disclaimer: This blog post contains affiliate links. I was offered a one-month ClassPass membership to review at no cost. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

It Takes A Village

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I am scheduled to return to the office tomorrow. As this realization washed over me yesterday, I became extremely sad. To boost my spirits I took Watson for a long walk, hoping that the adrenaline would keep the sadness from getting any worse.

The walk in itself didn’t accomplish the task. However, on our way home I saw a woman, hands full, who was clearly in conflict as she left her car. I called out to her and asked if she would like some help. She gave me a puzzled look and then accepted. I held a package for her as she retrieved her child from the back seat. She thanked me as she, again with her hands full, made her way to the house across the street.

Not only did this good deed make me feel better, but it reminded me of the African proverb that states, “It takes a village to raise a child.” Although I may be returning to the office full-time, I have a wonderful support system of family, friends, and colleagues who can help me navigate the day-to-day struggles of a career mom. I realize that asking for help on this journey isn’t so bad after all and am prepared to face tomorrow head on with an optimistic attitude. (However, I TOTALLY wouldn’t mind if this big storm comes through tonight and the university closes 😉 )

The Return

This morning as I fed JG, I took a moment and looked at her. The past six weeks are a blur, and I am scheduled to return to work soon.

I wanted to cry. While I’m eager to return, I love our slow mornings. Our mid-day naps. Lunches with friends. And let me tell you, there is truly nothing better than baby cuddles. Her squeaks and eeks as she shifts in my arms or on my chest are precious.

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I feel like I’m just getting a hand on things. I was cleared for moderate exercise two weeks ago and have been making use of our new elliptical as often as I can. This past week, we started being able to discern an ‘I’m hungry’ cry from an ‘I’m uncomfortable’ cry. We’re trying to get her on a sleep schedule. There’s still so much I want to do before I’m gone most of the day. Granted, Mommy Janks will be here for a few weeks once I return before JG goes to daycare. I know I’m leaving her in good hands, but I’m still leaving.

Words of encouragement, strength, and wisdom are appreciated and encouraged.