That time I said “I want to start working out”

I know working out is good for you and, truthfully, once I get into a routine I love it. I enjoy it. However, when I am just getting started and I haven’t worked out in well over a year…well I hate it. It’s hard. It hurts. I question my sanity.

Some facts for you…I have two small children and I work full-time. I commute 2+ hours a day to and from the house. My husband works long hours. My daughter takes dance on Tuesdays and gymnastics on Wednesdays. I cook. I clean. I take care of my family.

Here is where I ask myself “where do I fit in working out?” A good friend suggested I work  out in the morning. I reminded her I already get up at 5 and she replied so what. OK fine. I know too well that if I save it for the evenings it will never happen because it’s crazytown and I’m the overworked, underpaid mayor.

When my alarm went off at 5 I first told it to shut it. I snoozed it and thought….sleep….will try again for the workout thing tomorrow. I have this whole terrible guilt thing though, like over everything, so I went ahead and rolled my jiggly butt out of bed. I stumbled my way downstairs – with both kids because they like to wake up at the crack of dawn – and proceeded to open the brand new box to my Beachbody T25 package.

They say it has great results. They say it will make you feel great. They say it will give you results. What they don’t say is how 5 minutes in I’m panting like a dog and sweating. Did I mention it’s 5:30 in the morning? That shit is hard. And I think they forget to move the time bar because it took FOREVER. 22 minutes left??? I feel like it’s been an hour. It was hard. It wasn’t pretty, but I did it…even with my 11 month old son using me as a climbing post as I try to plank and his diaper is filled with crap. Pleasant I tell you.

I felt like I was going to die and I’m pretty sure almost everything hurts. There’s no stretching or a hey let me get your heart rate up before I kick your ass. They just get straight to it, which I guess isn’t bad. So I shall continue working out and trying to get myself in shape because not only is my 30th birthday lurking around the corner, but so is that dammed bikini. And dammit at 30 with two kids I want to rock a bikini.


One thought on “That time I said “I want to start working out”

  1. **Dawn** says:

    I give you a crap-ton (not in a diaper) of credit. Because there is no chance in h-e-double-hockey-sticks I am doing *anything* before 6am. And it’s just me and my husband. We do walk in the early evening, before dinner, during the not-summer, but I know I don’t have to tell you that doesn’t happen the other six months of the year — GROSS. I really should find an indoor workout and I am not the gym-type and…I’m good at excuses. 😉


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