Today was the first day that I have worked out since Ezra was born and it was GLORIOUS. I got outside and walked about 4 miles. Let me tell you, it felt so good. The morning sun was amazing. We have been mainly kickin' it indoors (it is way too hot most days for little man to handle) making this morning all the more special.
To be moving in a way that wasn't fulfilling another's needs helped me feel in my own body for the first time in a long time. Since the last couple of months of my pregnancy I have felt as if my body wasn't mine. My body was entirely Ezra's. I have never felt resentful or angry about the body snatching. It was what he needed. I was what he needed and that was totally fine. It's kind of a part of the pregnancy/ new mama gig. Being a new mother is an all-encompassing job and that includes physicality. Hey, that baby isn't going to bounce himself! I have never felt so connected to anything or anyone on such a primal level and I absolutely adore being close to him, providing what he needs, giving him all of me, but it was nice to have a little piece to myself today.
Riding on my workout high I have decided to try to make it a regular thing. I am incredibly lucky that a good friend is also on the exercise train, so she will be joining me everyday. Having a workout buddy has always made it easier for me to keep with a schedule. Accountability and some good conversation can be a great help when getting into a exercise groove.
The schedule as planned:
Monday, Tuesday, Friday - an hour/ hour and a half walk
Wednesday, Thursday - forty-five minutes of yoga
Once Ezra is a bit bigger and the weather isn't so oppressive I would love to get him outside and include him in my walks. I also have an "mommy and baby yoga" instructional book that I can't wait to use. It will be nice to include him in this part of my life, but for now I am enjoying having it all to myself.
On an unrelated note, Ezra and I spent several hours last night at a friend's house. This was monumental as it was the first time we had been over to anyone else's house since his birth. When he was going through his colicky phase I was hesitant to take him out. I was worried it would just be too overwhelming for the both of us. Some babies just take a little bit longer to adjust to life outside the womb and I feel like I made a good decision keeping him close to home for so long. Now that both he and I are calmer and more in sync with one another I felt we were ready for a night out. Thankfully, I was right. I was able to chat up my friend as he enjoyed the new environment. He seemed to have a lot of fun with the adventure as did I and I learned that eating a veggie taco with one hand isn't as difficult as you would think.
We are just having a week of firsts and it has all been really positive so far. We're developing our new "normal" and it's all incredibly encouraging.