Running Love

It is no secret that I am finding being a new(ish), working mom a challenge. It is also a challenge being solo for one to three weeks per month when the Knight travels. It is important to me to be honest about both the ups AND the downs.

So here’s some honesty for you. I believe that if I didn’t exercise I might be on antidepressants right now.

I am a totally different person than I was before. I still haven’t figured out if it is hormones, exhaustion, or what. I don’t think I have post partum depression. But I do feel like I have very severe mood swings, and tend to be very emotional these days.

Even though I feel like I don’t have time, or much motivation, I force myself to workout at least 4 days per week. I try to do more but some weeks four times is the most I can do. (A far cry from Ironman training, eh?) I am so fortunate that I have a gym in my office building and I am able to make it work.

Monday was a tough day. Between daylight savings time and a baby that stopped sleeping well, this momma was beat. I was tired, weepy and stressed.

Then I went for a run.

And I started thinking.

Good thoughts.

Endorphin-enduced thoughts.

About how lucky I am to have a beautiful, healthy baby.

…And a totally wonderful husband.

…And health.

…And a job.

Et cetera, et cetera.

When I got back, I felt like myself again. Like my sane, stable, capable self.

I thought of the sticker I’ve seen that says “Running is my Prozac.” Seriously. If I didn’t run, I think I would be a mess.  

I wish I could spread the word. I believe that my positive response to running, and any exercise for that matter,  is probably pretty common.

So get out there and do it. You won’t regret it.  I know, I’m preaching to the choir.

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Quote of the Day

From one of my favorite blogs, Momastery:

“Don’t worry about having a great day. Just have some great moments.”

I love this.

That’s what we do these days. We savor the great moments.

Life is great. Don’t get me wrong. But sometimes, it is real. You know? And the best we can do is recognize and seek the wonderful moments.


Wonderful Moments

A couple of weeks ago I took Max shopping at the new Mosaic District. The new shopping center is definitely worth a visit, but that is for another post one day. Anyhow, I wandered into Dolcezza, a gelato shop. I’ve had their gelato before and it is amazing! I have a thing for their dark chocolate (it has a different name which I can’t remember) and have been known to keep it in the office freezer.

So, where am I going with this? Stay with me. I got a cup of sorbet, which was an incredbile treat partly because on restrictive diet I can’t eat much, especially treats (and definitely no gelato). I had a cup of Avocado Honey Orange sorbet and it was amazing. That in itself was a wonderful moment.

The whole time I was eating my sorbet I had Max on my chest in his carrier (the K’Tan – also a subject for another post). He kept trying to grab my little pink spoon. So I would lick it clean and let him play for a second or two and then take it back so I could eat more.

Finally, when I was done, I let him have the spoon. He grabbed it in his cute little hand. Then we walked over to MOM’s, the organic market (also WONDERFUL). We shopped for a half hour or so. The whole time, the little cutie who normally throws any toy he gets his hands on, held tightly onto that little spoon. Meanwhile, he was a quiet little mouse, just taking it all in and enjoying himself. It was SO nice.

We got in the car, I put him in his carseat, and he fell asleep on the way home. I turned around and this is what I saw:


max pink spoonIt was a good day!


Oh, and he held that spoon after he woke up when we got home and while I carried him upstairs in the car seat. However, once I got ready to feed him and he saw the boob it was bye-bye little spoon. He dropped it like a hot potato. That really made me laugh.



Wonderful Moments

Every time I get home or arrive at day care, I get the most absolutely wonderful reaction I could imagine from my little sweetie pie. When Max sees me, he gets so excited! He will practically try to leap out of the arms of whoever is holding him. He often uses his arms and legs to push off of them to try to get to me. He smiles and giggles and sometimes he even squeals.

I know how he feels. I feel the same way when I see him. It absolutely lights up my world. His reaction makes it even more fabulous.