Carolina de Arriba

And I did what felt like the most committed, responsible thing that I could do.

I signed up for a gym membership.

Not just any gym, one that had a daycare specifically.

So I could drop my son who was in daycare at the time.

I thought this will solve my problem.

I have a plan.

You know, I was so thoughtful, right?

I knew that with a toddler,

it was gonna be a challenge to go to the gym.

I didn't have babysitter, never had one in my life.

So I thought this is the perfect plan, right?

This is the perfect setup for me to start being consistent at working out.

And let me tell you the truth, it was a disaster.

Not because I wasn't trying, I was trying so hard, but the whole thing requires so much from me at the end of an already long day.

I finished work, drive to the daycare, pick up my son, then drive to the gym, get my son situated in the daycare, go change in the locker room, work out, pick him up, drive home.

And by the time we walk in the door, it was late.

He was exhausted and I was drawing in the guilt that I couldn't shake.

I had been away from him all day.

He'd been in someone else's care all day and now the one thing I was doing for myself meant dropping him off again.

I couldn't enjoy the workout because I was thinking about him.