Fit Daddy

With a trip to the beach coming up in just a few days, I've begun to take note of my physical status since the baby arrived.

I remember the months leading up to our child's birth and thinking "I want to be in the best shape of my life when this kid pops out." And actually, I was in fairly decent shape. I ran a couple of half marathons and was a regular at the local gym. I could even begin to make out some semblance of "abs," although that might just have been wishful thinking.

Now the baby is here, and it's been pretty hard to get motivated to get out of the house, much less carve out a couple of hours for a workout. I saw this article today that seems to explain how I'm feeling. And I can only imagine the next couple of weeks are going to be about the same.

We've actually been debating whether to bring our couch with us to Florida, as I've worn a hole through one of the cushions since May 8th. Between late night feedings (SportsCenter), NBA playoffs (Go Celtics), and tournament golf I've been really hitting it hard. I sometimes shift my position so my legs are up on the couch, because I really wouldn't want to develop bed sores.

There's also the issue of all the food stains. Apparently I've taken some cues from the baby and am kind of a messy eater. Between the ketchup, chocolate chip cookies and hot fudge that I've managed to drip all over it, it's starting to actually look like a pretty good meal all by itself.

My mom keeps telling me about the time when I was a few months old and the pediatrician told her "there's a little too much of baby." Well, I think I may be hitting that point again. Might be time to start thinking about a workout program...