We’re a single-car household. This has been the case for most of our marriage, and it’s worked out ok for most of the time. Depending on our jobs and schedules, the usual routine is one of us drives the other into work and picks them up later, and one of use might end up waiting for a bit before we finally make our way home.
Right now, his schedule is consistent, going in at 7 AM until 5:30 PM. Mine is has been a constant day shift for the last 13 years, usually getting out just in time to hit the traffic of the evening commute, with some minor variation in the start or end times as needed. We get up, have some coffee and breakfast, I drop him off a little while before he needs to punch in, then return home and crash on the couch for another hour. While I don’t enjoy waking up at 5:30 AM to get him to work, I’ve recently started skipping the morning nap, or at least cutting it short. This week, I’ve done a short workout every morning. There’s been a few yoga sessions, and a solid arm workout yesterday.
I’m enjoying it. Doing something in the morning makes me feel accomplished, whether I’m doing some strength training upstairs with the weights, or downward dogging in front of the coffee table. Practicing a bit of mindfulness with the morning yoga is helping with my regular, every day anxiety. I adore weight training, and I’ll use any excuse to squeeze in an extra leg day.
As a bonus, the extra workout settles my weight-related anxiety. Fun fact: I’m not allowed to have a scale in the house, and I’m only allowed to weigh myself once a week on the machine at work. Because of reasons. Suffice to say, the extra workout time makes me feel “safe” in terms of my body.
So far, there’s been three morning workouts this week, but my goal is to do something every morning next week. Wish me luck!
