Y Oh Y

I've begun going to our local YMCA this week to get some sort of regular exercise regimen going. Last weekend, I had this strong urge to do something to keep myself fit and healthy. I got motivated when I tried on my pre-pregnancy clothes and found out none of them fit me anymore. *sigh*

So I dragged my husband to the Y to scope out the place and its programs. A nice young man  showed us around. But before we started, he said, "By the way, we also offer a day care service here, would you like to tour that area first?" Great! What was I thinking going to the Y when they're known for family-oriented programs? You know, mommies and daddies with kids in tow, enjoying the pool, family yoga and other child-friendly activities. Just great.

But we were already there and I like the Y and I really am a sucker for placing my fragile, low on confidence baby loss self in the middle of happy, smiling, simply glowing with pride families. *deep sigh*  

I gave my husband a quick glance and said, "Let's just skip that area." I faked cheerful and upbeat. But the nice young man insisted, "Let's tour it just the same, in case you want to leave your child..." This time I cut him short. "Really let's not."  I gave him a look as if daring him to say anything more and if he did, I would seriously punch him in the face.

My husband's quick thinking saved the boy. "We're more interested in the pool and the exercise room. I heard you've got nice ones here," he said, looking at a picture window that showed all the fitness torture contraption. He faked eager rather well.

Finding his captive audience, the no-longer-nice young man enthusiastically described each and every machine to my husband. He took us to see the big yoga room and finally, the pool. I was satisfied with the facility. I even forgave the no-longer-nice young man. Just a little.

Now let's see if I could keep to the regimen consistently. *fingers crossed*