But I seriously committed myself to regular exercise about five years ago. I was initially motivated by a desire to lose the large amount of weight I had gained during my No 3 pregnancy. But as time went on I realised that exercise and going to the gym were keeping me sane. Literally sane. Without it I found myself going a bit loopy - getting anxious, over-processing every conversation, unable to feel calm, getting angry and grumpy with the family a lot. Even Rowan now says, "I think you need to go to the gym - you really need to go (code for 'I love you, but you are a mental case').
|I certainly don't look as happy or glamourous |
as this lady at 6 am in the morning!
Over the past few weeks I've noticed myself getting really frustrated with the kids over silly things - their fighting is getting me down. A combination of Rowan being away a lot and me starting work has eaten into my gym time (I go first thing in the morning - only regular time that is spare in the day) and so I've hardly been at all over the past few weeks. And I'm going a bit mad. I need to go at least three times a week, more is better, but that at least seems to create the mental balance that I need.
It's all a bit freaky. I don't understand all the science behind it, but I do know it works. It's also helped me strengthen my back which is pretty destroyed after having multiple pregnancies (all 4-5 plus kilo babies) and then lugging them around for years. Dual benefits.
Still can't really believe that I enjoy exercise - so not me!