When we moved to my Mom's in April 2006, the gym I belonged to did not have a location in Utah County. My membership expired in July, so I let it lapse and just rode my bike and went walking those last few months of my pregnancy. In January 2007, when Amelia was 4 months old, I joined Gold's Gym but I didn't go too consistently because I didn't really like their daycare. They didn't have any decent security measures to ensure that some random person didn't come in and take your kid (no ID check or matching bracelets like they did at Bally Total Fitness.) Plus Amelia was still so small that I was worried about all the cooties. During the spring and summer I did pretty well riding my bike with the girls in the trailer. But when the weather turned cold I quit riding as much ("it's too cold for Amelia"...ppffff!) And then I hit the busy fall portrait and Christmas season and I just didn't have time to go to the gym.
Fast forward to January. OK, now I'm ready to get serious. Amelia has a stronger immune system and the daycare implemented a computer system with photo identification for when you check in and out, so I was feeling better about taking the girls there. One of my problems with going before was that the daycare was always so full, you had to call a week in advance to get an appointment at a reasonable time. Who plans that far in advance? Well, I just started getting in the habit of calling every morning to schedule for the following week. The first week I went three times. Then came the Binky Stew week and I only went once. The following week I went 3 times. This week I went Monday and Tuesday and was finally getting into a groove. I was on target for making it to the gym 4-5 times a week.
Until Amelia started throwing up again.
Blast! She threw up 4 times Wednesday night, with full-on projectile vomiting, plus diarrhea up to the armpits again. The Binky Stew week started just 4 days after I started going to the gym and 3 days after school started up again after Christmas Break. Since Lily was the first one to get sick, it was possible that she brought the bug home from school, so after they got better I went back to the gym. Well, now I'm pretty certain that the nasty cooties are coming from the gym daycare.
Yeah, I thought you'd appreciate that visual (well, at least Dan will.)
So now I have this horrible dilemma where I want to work out and I don't want to go at 6:00am before Dan gets up for work or after 7:00pm when he gets home, but I am just so tired of sick kids and their nasty bodily fluids that I am not going to take them to the gym daycare anymore. I'm bitter. It takes a huge amount of activation energy to get to the gym even when I have arrangements for the girls. Now that it's going to be even more inconvenient to figure out what to do with the girls, it's just one more excuse not to work out. I don't know, maybe in a month or so the memories of Binky Stew will have faded enough that I'm willing to take the risk again, but I don't know.