Can we talk for just a moment about my eating and non existing exercise habits and how it's not helping me get back into my pre-pregnancy shape? I had to be careful when I was pregnant with Mack. I couldn't exercise much at all and let's be honest, I was too tired to anyway. Then I had Mack. C-section. It was the greatest C-section ever. But you are still left with no ab muscles whatsoever and you are taking care of a baby now and so you are too tired to even have any ounce of desire to get out there and exercise. Then you find out you are moving out of the country after only being in the country long enough to have a baby, and your mind goes into overdrive and the list of things to do is so long that it is too long and you feel like you can't even process how to do anything but eat.
And then you move to that new country and the cycle starts all over again. The list of to dos is ridiculous now. And suddenly, the pastries, the yogurt, the cheese, the chocolate and the schnitzel are on every corner and it makes you happy because IT TASTES SO DARN GOOD. And you have to go to the grocery store every day anyway, because the refrigerators are so small, so why not pick up a few more yummy things to eat? Every day.
Well, I have to say. It hasn't helped me lose my baby weight. When we found our house that we have now moved into, one of the things we fell in love with right away, was the incredible farm land that is right up the hill from us. I saw it an I envisioned myself running there every day. Those visions dissipated with every box that I had to put away. Until one day, the sun peaked out behind the dreary weather and called to me. This is it!!! I'm finally going to take advantage of that beautiful farm land!!! So, I dropped the kids off at school and came home, loaded Mack up into the cobweb filled jogger, opened up Map My Run, only to see a disappointing alert that my last logged workout had been some time in the dark ages.
Undeterred, I turned on my music and pushed the jogger out of our court and made the 90 degree ascent up the hill to the farmland that awaited us up at the top. My throat was burning. My legs were cramping. Sweat had already begun to drip off the end of my nose. My heart was pounding in my throat when I realized I had gone about a block. Are you kidding me?! I wasn't even running. I was walking. It wasn't even walking. It was more like a ram trying to push another ram up the Alps. When I ascended to the top, I took a big sip of water and continued my attempt at getting back into shape...only to hear a voice in my ears tell me that I had completed my first mile and the time that it had taken to accomplish it. Oh the wretched realization that my pace was on average my COOL DOWN pace in my prime. And here I was practically heaving on the side of the road.
This was going to be a long journey ahead. I was depressed.
But then I looked up.
And suddenly I forgot about the lady in my ears and the burning in my throat as all of this beauty was staring at me. I could get used to this. So I walked. Didn't even attempt a jog. I'd save that for another day. I fed Mack pretzels to keep him happy and we explored the country side. When I turned back into our court I was ridiculously sore and exhausted for not having jogged an inch, but I was HAPPY. And I felt so good. Maybe getting back into shape wouldn't be horrific after all.
Every country has it's issues. But I have to say, Switzerland does it right when it comes to preserving farm land and putting that land in locations for all to enjoy. Cars aren't allowed up on the paths. It's strictly for pedestrians and bicycles. The paths connect the towns so it's actually a much faster way to get from here to there. And everyone gets out there and takes advantage. As I walked I saw young and old. I saw a trillion dogs with their owners, I saw the families who owned the farms out planting flowers and veggies, I saw the berry fields being prepped for summer... and I started to understand where the love of gardening was instilled in my parents. When we came home to California from Germany when I was 4 years old, my mom and dad rented a little house up in the hills of Saratoga. They spent HOURS turning the hill that ran down to the creek below into the most gorgeous garden, full of strawberries and vegetables and yummy produce that our family got to enjoy. They were surrounded by this in Europe and brought it home with them when they returned.
It is so important for the Swiss to have gardens, that even if you live in an apartment, you can rent plots of land and set up an outdoor area for you to plant your produce, possible set up a little play area for your children and even a table and chairs to enjoy your time outside. They are scattered all over the countryside. I love it. And I think I'm going to love my excursions as I go past them--even if I am slower than molasses.