I had high hopes of writing a post about Real Age, a really neat site hosted by Dr. Oz, but that nice long post will have to wait.
The excuses are about to start so hold on!
The last few days, my motivation for exercising has been non-existent. Gone. Bye-Bye. Adios.
- I’m bored with my exercise DVD for starters.
- I’m starting to make a permanent indention in our carpet.
- Doing exercises while I have one or two or three kids distracting me or asking for something or fighting in the other room is getting old. I like to exercise by MYSELF- that is ME time and that is impossible to get at home.
I know some of you exercise before your kids get up in the morning- BRAVO. I am impressed as there is no way in HECK that I can get any LESS sleep than I already do. Not right now.
I am going to have to find a better solution and soon.
The last time I exercised consistently (in fact, the ONLY time), between babies #2 and #3, I went to the gym. I became a gym rat. I went 4-5 times a week and I loved it. It became a very social thing for me, with the additional benefit of becoming more toned and fit than I have even been in my life. I was addicted, especially given the fact that I could leave my children for two hours- exercise for 1 hr 15 minutes, then take a shower IN PEACE?! Oh heck ya, I was going to the gym every freakin’ day!
I want to get back to that. I want to exercise in peace. I want toned, pretty arms again. I want my flabby stomach to be less flabby (it was NEVER flat, ha ha). I want to be cardiovascularly fit. I want more energy. I want more time to myself. I want to feel GOOD. I want that now. The “I Wants” are never-ending.
I just need to figure out how to do it with three children in tow, in between nursing and napping sessions. The logistics of it all give me a headache.
I feel so stupid for even whining about this. I want to tell myself to “shut the heck up and just f’ing do it already for goodness sake. You’re a big girl. FIGURE IT OUT and GET TO THE GYM”. The dialogue inside my head includes a few more cuss words than that : ).
Why are we, as individuals, so much harder on ourselves than others?
I should get myself a little slack, say ADIOS to the days that I didn’t exercise (it’s not like I can get them back), absolve myself of the guilt (lord knows I already have enough mommy guilt, I don’t need any more guilt), say HELLO to the new day, and GET ON WITH IT.
Right?
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