being humbled

I've started working out again. It's been nearly 5 months. Today was my third day back, and I've been wounded already. In case you can't tell from the photo, that's my shin. I tried to do a box jump on a standard size plyo box, and I totally missed it. Smacked my shin pretty good. I've always been a bit clumsy, but to miss the box altogether? That's just down right ridiculous. Especially because I've done those jumps nearly a thousand times...and landed every single one of them. Perfectly.
So between that, and Ruby asking me why my tummy is getting so big (both in the same day)...I guess you could say I've been humbled. Just 6 months ago I was in the best shape of my life. I was fitter, and faster, and stronger than I had ever been. And now I can barely fit into the jeans that I wore during my entire pregnancy with Ruby. Yep, my fat jeans. I can barely squeeze into my fat jeans. That's just pathetic. I jumped on the scale the other day (first time in weeks) and was completely horrified. How anyone can gain nearly 20 pounds in 6 month's time, is beyond me. Sure I was pregnant for 3 of those, but I'm not anymore...so what's the deal? I guess eating like crap and not exercising for long enough, eventually will catch up with you. I'm seriously sick about it though, and have even lost hours of sleep over it. Ha. It feels good to finally be working out again (humbling, but good);and I can't wait to get my speed, strength, agility...
and favorite pair of jeans back.