
31/08/2025
It’s the hardest it’s ever been to motivate myself to get up and go. I’m on three years now of broken sleep and of 5 hours feeling like a good amount of sleep. It takes its toll.
The mental willpower to push for heavier weights or faster times just isn’t there. It isn’t the physical tiredness that is stopping me improving. It’s that I have used all my mental energy being the best parent I can be that I often take a “that’ll do” attitude to the gym.
Working out is often not the sanctuary it used to be. Last week alone, Henry has come down and joined me twice, Rose needed feeding during two work outs and once Henry sicked on my gym clothes as I was leaving and I didn’t have time to sort them out so I did my workout covered in sick.
I haven’t been swimming since Rose was born, and swimming was previously an element of my fitness regime I adored. I just can’t fit breastfeeding two children, dressing them and getting them ready for the day in before the narrow window of time public pools are open is over.
BUT! I am still going. I am still trying. If all I can do right now is keep my fitness ticking over, then that’s okay. I am proud that I still go, covered in sick, squatting with a baby on my b**b and manage to show Henry and Rose how keeping fit is part of our life.
But the truth? I don’t love it right now. I just know that I never ever regret a workout. But I’d always regret skipping one.