September 5: A few hours ago, anxious as heck, I sat in the parking lot at my local gym, waiting. On a whim I signed up for a membership last week with some friends and tonight was my first time visiting said gym. We were taking a 30 minute #HIIT class and while I was excited to try it, I was crippled with fear and anxiety. I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been. My belly gets in the way of everything. I’m not bendy in any way. Like at all! And, I have hip issues. I hate being watched. My anxiety made me get to the gym 40 minutes early. Scared I’d be late. Scared to show up after the class started. Everyone looking at me. So I sat in the car waiting. Fretting. Beating myself up for letting myself “go” all these years. If I had stayed in shape, I wouldn’t be scared I’d throw up in front of everyone. I fretted until the very last minute before the class started. But knowing I had a friend waiting and counting on me made me move my butt out of that car. Inside the gym, I swipe my pass and I can
Friday nights at our house are usually pretty boring. Everyone is exhausted from the week at school and at work, and you really couldn’t pay us to do anything! But last night was different. I invited my friend and her two kids over for dinner and a play date. We were long overdue for some mom -friend time and the kids really missed each other so it was perfect timing.
The winter months are funny around here. Our kids are all close in age but not close enough to be on the same sports teams like when they were younger. So getting together with friends always feels impossible - everyone is pulled in different directions with their kid's hockey, basketball, indoor soccer and dance commitments. Add to that the early morning weekend games and practices (yes we are an 8:00 am hockey game family) it really leaves us with a less than stellar social life during the winter months.
But last night was different. No hockey practice or games on a Friday night. No homework to plow through before the weekend started. And no early Saturday morning hockey practice to lug ourselves out of bed for. It didn’t take long for me to whip up an impromptu taco dinner play date with my friend and her kids.
It was awesome to catch up and hear about what’s new in her life, and I’m not going to lie, sharing the bottle of wine and cupcakes she brought over wasn’t too shabby either!
Knowing how much I love celebrity memoirs, she even brought me a copy of Jessica Simpson's new book “Open Book.” Wine, books, and tacos....doesn’t take much to make this girl happy!
It’s nights like these that remind me it’s the little things that matter. Gone are the days where we need to impress each other with an epic spread of food and a sparkling house, or a super organized play date. I may not have a huge group of friends but I’m grateful for the small intimate group of women I’m blessed to call my friends.
It was an amazing evening and helped me feel connected again to the world outside our bubble of family, homework, tutoring and sports!
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