I have been trying really hard the past few months to get in shape and try to lose weight, or at least fat. So far I’ve built a ton of muscle, which leaves me at the same weight, but I’m in much better shape than I was, say, six months ago. Muscle weighs more than fat, so I just have to keep telling myself that for the amount of muscle I’ve gained, to not have gained ANY weight, I’ve had to have lost a bit of fat. I see a difference in my body, but it’s hard to feel good when our culture has trained us to live by the numbers on the scale.

This last week, I worked out 6 days in a row. Monday I did my at home work out, Tuesday was Body Pump, Wednesday I went to the gym and worked out on the Arc Trainer, then the Treadmill, Thursday was Body Pump, Friday I did the Arc Trainer, Treadmill and Bike, and Saturday was the same as Friday. Today is Sunday, and it’s my day off!

Tomorrow I will probably go to the gym in the morning, then it’s off to San Antonio for the week. Next Saturday (6 days from now) we’re going to the wedding of Jeremiah’s best friend, where Matthew is going to be the ring-bearer. I’m excited but I’m so nervous that Matthew won’t behave. I’ll just have to wait and see I suppose. Usually when I go to SA, I don’t work out and end up feeling like crap about myself. Well I finally did my research, found out there’s a YMCA right by my sister’s house that I can go to. Yay! That means I’ll only miss about 2 days of workouts (because of the wedding stuff & working at the church) instead of 6 or 7. Yay!

I signed up for a YMCA membership yesterday, and today I went in to start my ‘wellness plan’. It consists of talking about my goals, what I’m comfortable with, what classes I’d like to try, and also gives me a workout plan for me to follow when I go into the gym equipment area. Matthew was in childcare maybe 10 minutes when one of the ladies came up to me. “Are you Matthew’s mom?” .. “Yes..” Here’s me thinking.. oh god, he did something horrible, they’re going to ask me to leave.. “Well.. another child.. bit Matthew. On the face. Everyone was playing fine, and the other child approached him and just.. bit him. Their mom is also being notified.. we’ll fill out an incident report.” … okay.. really, on his face? Not his arm, leg, torso region? HIS PRETTY FACE? “Alright.. is he bleeding? Is he crying?” “No, it didn’t break skin. It’s red, I’ll be honest. We’ve put ice on it.” Okay, so I go over there. The other kids mom apparently walked in there very upset with her child, and immediately left while scolding them. I didn’t even get to see the other kid or their mom. They filled out an incident report and had me sign it. Sounds like Matthew was totally the victim and didn’t provoke or anything. I can’t imagine him doing that anyways, but hey, kids can be naughty. I hate to be the mom that says “oh my child would nevvverrrr do that” because you never say never, but he is SUCH a mellow kid and just wants to hug and cuddle and play cute little innocent games. I hope it stays that way forever.. until he’s 40.

As for me, thank God I have life insurance because it’s moments like that which could give me that stroke that takes my life. I mean.. this was Matthew’s first incident like that and I think I kept my cool pretty well. Even my trainer was like “Wow, I’d be way more upset”.. but as I told her “He’s alive, he’s breathing, he’s not crying, he’s okay.” and I try not to over react in those situations because it’ll just teach Matthew to over react, but man I was fuming inside for a little bit there. How dare some kid put some giant red mark on MY beautiful child’s face?!