Creepinâ€™ on the spin bikesâ€¦
I am having the hardest time making it to a spin class. Itâ€™s impossible! All the darn spin classes are in the morning, right at nap time. I can never make it. And, to complicate matters further, the gymâ€™s childcare is currently overloaded â€“ I guess itâ€™s just that time of the year â€“ and Iâ€™ve got to book a reservation instead of doing drop-ins. When I could maybe make a class, childcare is full. Gah. We end up going for a lot of stroller runs.
But stroller runs are hard right now â€“ a lovely side effect of stopping breastfeeding. While the larger emotional issues that accompany stopping are applicable to a wide range of experiences, the actual nitty gritty logistics of stopping arenâ€™t. Letâ€™s just say itâ€™s a process. But I do plan to share more of the details when Iâ€™m done, in part because I found very few resources online about how to go from exclusively pumping a complete supply to stopping. Anyway â€“ back to running. I managed to squeeze in a run yesterday, but it was SO NOT HAPPENING today. No sports bra in the world couldâ€™ve made it alright.
Childcare was available (wahoo!) and nap number one was complete (double wahoo!), so it was gym time. I was planning just to spin solo, but unfortunately, youâ€™re not allowed to spin unless a class is in session. Hey, elliptical. Here I come.
Iâ€™m reading Part III of The Uglies series, so I managed to stick with the dreaded elliptical for a whole 45 minutes. I considered doing some weights, but my mommy ESP told me that Henry was probably melting down in childcare (and he was!), so I called it a day, brought him home for another nap, and unload all those bags of dirt from our trunk. Thirty pages at 28 pounds each â€“ not too shabby!
I am ob-sessed with these giant white beans from Trader Joeâ€™s.
The sauce is oh-so-good.