whole 'nother mother

   I've found out a few things in the past two weeks of gym-going.  Lifting weights really does something, even though it always has, and still does, feel too relaxing to be exercise.  The only proof that I have that I'm working is in my extreme soreness the next day.  Also, my current diet has proved to be lacking in protein.  You know how toning and building muscle essentially means you tear and rebuild?  Well, protein is what your body uses to rebuild, and I just don't eat enough of it.  In fact, all I really eat is sugar. All the time, sugar.  My body has nothing to rebuild its torn muscles with, and so I've been exhausted and light-headed.  A heavy, meaty meal makes me sick right after working out, so really all I'm left with is to buy protein shakes.  I thought I could get by without them, and that they were just a marketing scheme.  But I feel much better after chugging one, so that's that.  

  Lincoln was timid at first about the big room full of strangers.  The daycare really is the nicest, cleanest one I could find, but I still felt incredibly guilty when he cried as I left.  But I stuck with it, because the ladies there said this happens to every little tike, and he'd be comfortable after a week.  Turned out to be true!  I'm so happy, because the past few times we've went, no tears were shed by baby or mommy.  Honestly at first, my heart pounded more in the daycare than in the gym next door. But yesterday I set Lincoln down and he trotted over to the trucks with a smile on his face.  Overwhelming relief!  I watched him through the security cameras, and he even interacted with the other kids instead of standing in the middle of the room, looking forlornly at the door.  


  So, all is well after the initial adjustment period.  I am so glad to have something which adds a little busy-ness to our day, not to mention the health benefits.  Maybe I'll have something to show for it in a few months!