Well, since I have been scale stuck for sometime now, I decided it was of utmost importance that I shake a leg. Determined to squeeze a walk in this evening, I put my sixth month old to bed around 7:30. It was quickly becoming apparent that my plan would be sabotaged. My little one decided he wanted to cry instead of sleep. So, around 8:30 I told my husband that I would just have to forget about it, and do some sit-ups instead.
In between going in and out of my little guys room, I had to make our bed. While I was doing so, I realized that I was growing quite angry about not getting my much needed, and for a change wanted, exercise. I could feel that "I want to punch the wall" feeling growing up inside my arms and legs and the tension was mounting.
It became clear to me that I was going to have to get outside for some fresh air alone, or I was going to be too anxious to sleep tonight. By this point, there was silence coming from the nursery and I quickly put on my sneakers, leashed our dog and ran out the door. I walked about 2-3 miles, and it felt wonderful. No stroller to push, no baby to wear...just me and the open air. It was so great, I plan on doing it again tomorrow!