the ignorant warmth

I don’t have time to exercise. I just… don’t. I don’t want to sound like I’m making excuses, but here are my excuses:

I have a 9 month old and a jerk dog. If I happen to get the baby to go to sleep at a reasonable hour (and she just happens to sleep through the night without a screaming fit or two), I may be able to wake up at, oh, say 4:30am so I can make it to the gym before work. However, we must take into account the jerk dog, who barks like a schizophrenic hobo on bath salts whenever someone leaves the house, would wake up the baby, thereby waking up my wife, who would be none too pleased with me and instruct me to just stay in bed like a normal person, goddammit, because she has no desire to wake up at 4:30 to tend to a wide-awake baby.

Going to the gym (or running, exercising etc) AFTER work is pretty much out because when I stroll through the front door at 6pm, it’s dinner time for baby. And the wife, who is now “enjoying” her summer vacation, pretty much throws the baby at me and says, “TAKE HER,” because she is completely drained from chasing her around all day, which means my evening is spent helping to take care of the baby and other household chores. By the time we are done with dinner, give the baby a bath and get her to sleep, I’m completely wiped. Bedtime for daddy.

I have no time to exercise. I honestly don’t. A year and a half ago, I worked from home and had no children. I spent 2-3 hours a day engaging in physical activity, whether it be at the gym or running. I dropped a lot of weight quickly AND I felt great. Now I sit on my ass all day long. The weight came back with a vengeance. And I feel tired and shitty. And my once-healthy, vegetarian diet has turned into your typical whatever is fast, greasy and cheap. Not good.

It makes me very frustrated when I see people through the windows running at, like, 10:30 on a Wednesday. Don’t you people work? I envy you.