Before the Bird arrived, making regular exercise part of my routine was easy ... ish. Since I wasn't responsible for anyone other than myself, I could structure my visits to the gym around my work schedule. And since I spent most of my 20s working a very regimented 8 - 5 work schedule, going to the gym after work became a routine. It was a boring, predictable routine, but at least I could lay claim to exercise more often than not.
But hey! Things are decidedly less predictable these days, with my schedule completely dominated by that of the Bird and the fact that I work from home. In theory, it sounds like I should be able to plan my day and have a reasonable schedule, and that was the attempt, at first. But Birdy doesn't always wake up at a predictable time. And I definitely don't always go to bed at a predictable time. The contents of the hours in between are all over the map - in a good way - but not in a scheduled way. One day can include a series of conference calls book-ended by laundry. Another day might include bringing the kid to the beach for the morning, and then trying to meet deadlines while she's taking a nice, long afternoon nap. I spend lots of time playing with my child, and also working on work things.
But working out? Pfffft. That's no longer a daytime event. I've become a creepy version of cardio-Batman, working out in the basement late in the evening with my pump clipped to my hip and the Dexcom balanced on the ellipmachine. (And a cape. How else can I be a crusader?) The ellipmachine and I are very good friends these days, and as previously mentioned, I catch up on missed episodes of Colbert (NATION!) on Hulu as often as I can. Keeping exercise as part of my regular routine has been a big challenge, but thanks to Chris and his flexible schedule, it's not about carving out the actual time.
It's more that the 'actual time' is after 9:30 at night.
I don't mind a late night workout. It wakes my brain up and helps me mentally organize the things I'm working on. But it's tough to fall into bed at midnight after a 9:30 pm workout; I'm more inclined to go outside and grab the saw and take down some pesky tree branches that have been bugging me. (I love sawing down branches. Love. I wish I was Paul Bunyon. Maybe Siah will dress up as a big, blue ox?)
Working out late is contributing to a bit of insomnia, and it's also making me wary of middle of the night low blood sugars. Thankfully the Dexcom helps me make clearer sense of what a 140 mg/dL before bed might mean (140 and dropping? 140 and holding steady? 140 and double arrows up?), and the context it adds helps me make better nighttime decisions. But still, the later I work out, the more I'm a little nervous about the 4 am time frame, where nightmares sometimes include juice and graham crackers.
From past experience, I know that once I do the late night workouts for a few weeks in a row, my body will adjust. And I'll figure out what/where/when to tweak. In the meantime, it's setting an alarm for 3:30 am and doing a quick finger stick, just to make sure.
... maybe I can teach Siah the Big Blue Ox to help out with that wee morning check.