For many years when we lived in NYC area, I was a member of a gym and worked out very consistently. I would go do shows in the morning, swing by the gym (first the YMCA, then a new gym that opened across the street from us), then go pick up my kids after their preschool.
I’ve never been all muscle-y with the ripped abs and bulging biceps and whatever, but for many years I maintained a reasonable weight and level of fitness.
When we moved to the Chicago area, initially I wasn’t so busy and I had lots of time to walk, and many opportunities to play hockey or ride my bike – still getting plenty of exercise.
But the past couple years I’ve been getting busier and busier, as has my wife, and the opportunities to exercise have become fewer and fewer. My wife leaves early in the morning, often returns late in the evening from her job in the city, and travels frequently for work.
I need to be home to get the kids up and off to school, then I rush off to do my gigs.
So if I workout early, it has to be REALLY early. Which I can do sometimes, but not always. This morning, for example… I slept poorly during the night and when the alarm went off at 4:50am, I was like, “Um… no.”
I’m driving up to Sheboygan Falls, WI, today to buy an accordion. Hopefully I’ll be back in time to swing by the gym before my kids get home from school.
After school, it’s time to shuttle the kids to/from activities, classes, sports, etc. Then it’s time to cook dinner, get the bedtime routine going, etc. On the weekends, my wife works, and I try to schedule gigs in between coaching hockey, church, and all the other family stuff that happens.
It’s a chaotic lifestyle that has resulted in my current, less-than-ideal level of fitness. By Christmas, after two months of Halloween candy, Thanksgiving pie, and Christmas cookies and chocolate (and little exercise), I was pretty near the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. Which, as I creep up on my 49th birthday, has been a fact of growing concern for me.
Current level of fitness = “Dad Bod”.
As it happened, the park district of my village just opened up a new fitness room for 2018. It’s small, but it’s got everything ya need, and it’s half the price of the neighboring town’s fitness center. So I joined.
Hopefully, by mid-2018, I’ll be back down to a weight that won’t make me cringe every time I see a photo of myself. We’ll see how it goes.