Ugh!
Owie! I worked out for the first time in God knows how long, last night. I am so sore today. I tried out LA Fitness with a friend of mine, and apparently, it's only for perfect people. I felt like a fat ass. Then of course, I can't figure out how to get the stupid machines to work. So, I stood at each one for a good 5 min. just pushing random buttons, hoping it would be the right one and not too many people were making fun of me. I kept looking over my shoulder and saying, "please God, let this be the right button" - nope.
I think I'm going to invent a gym that only takes memberships from overweight moms. Then I'm going to put big bold instructions above each and every work out machine. I'll probably add a disclaimer that tells them they aren't really stupid. If it doesn't work, it's the machines fault - give it a good kick.
Thankfully, the kids survived in the child care room, but my 5 month old was pretty fussy by the time I got there. The lady told me she was hungry and didn't have anything to give her. Well yeah, that's why I said, "she's breastfed and refuses to take a bottle, so if she gets hungry, page me". Then they had to keep an extra eye on my 2 yr old because there was a space below the door from the bigger kids room to the baby room, just large enough for his skinny little body to wiggle through. There was nothing in the baby room he wanted. In typical Elijah manner, he knew he wasn't supposed to be in there, so he became obsessed with trying to go in there. They acted like this should have surprised me or something. Welcome to my world bitches.
So then I manage to corral the kids, and walk towards the door with my 4 yr old whining because he didn't want to leave, my 2 yr old on my hip because his legs apparently don't work, and carrying the baby in the carrier. In comes some stupid man with arms the width of my thighs, that says, "wow, you got your hands full." (I hear this all the time) "who needs to work out when you've got all of them to chase after". HAHAHAHA... shut up.
So, maybe I'll be working out from home.

