Wake Up Call

I have this favorite shirt. It’s a shirt I liberated from M’s side of the closet when we first moved in together. I staked a claim on that baby, and it’s been mine for the past 8 years. I gradually stopped wearing it after I got pregnant with Butter, and all but forgot it existed when I was pregnant with Bear.

The weather is crummy today. When we got home from church, all I wanted to do was throw on a pair of sweat pants and a comfy shirt. I calmly walked upstairs to change and thought, “Oh! My shirt!” I dug through the closet, excited at the prospect of a body with no more squatters, ready to pull my favorite shirt over my head and snuggle up with my boys.

When I walked downstairs to watch the Steelers game, M asked me what was wrong. “Um,” I fidgeted, “this shirt. Remember how it used to be huge on me?”

It was a wake up call for me. My favorite shirt doesn’t not fit me, it’s just not as big and comfy as it once was. It’s a little tighter across the chest, and a lot tighter in my tummy.

I have to do something. I have been doing something, but it’s clearly not enough. I have to get over my fear of restarting the Couch to 5K process. Since August 2011, when I was told it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to run in the summer, I haven’t done it. The treadmill is sitting in our basement as a dumping ground for the things we toss down there and plan to sort when we have free time. I have a fantastic yoga DVD I never do, because lately I haven’t been sleeping well And yes, I know starting the process of exercising again will help my sleeping issues.

My alarm is already set for 5:30. I just have to hope Bear doesn’t repeat his screaming fit in the middle of the night tonight.

One Reply to “Wake Up Call”

  1. Good luck, Trinity!
    it will be difficult, and you will want to stop, but just remember you want your shirt to be big and comfy again Keep your motivations in mind, always. :]

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