Five days. FIVE days. Soon to be six! That's how many days in a row that I've exercised. Can you belive it? I hardly can. What in the world has gotten into me? I think I finally hit rock bottom after having four Mondays of motivation, then slacking the rest of the week. I've been kidding myself each time that this time will be different. Yeah right. It's the story of my life since my metabolism slowed down. I'd much rather curl up with a book than get all hot, sweaty, and sore. So what changed this week? A combination of going back to work (ie- being forced to get my butt out of the house before 8am), good weather, extra pounds from the holidays, and prioritizing exercise and park-time for Emily above email, dirty dishes or a good book.
So Monday I walked to the park. No big deal. I always am motivated on Mondays. The trick was to work out on Tuesday, too. Tuesday is my day off. No reason to get up early. So I enlisted support and got Cheryl to walk with me and we took the kids to the park by her house. I'm already ahead of the curve! Wednesday is tricky. I worked until 9:15, had a doctor appt. for Emily at 9:30, then Music Makers at 10:30. After that is naptime. And then it's only a few minutes before my day is suddenly over and Jason is wondering what's for dinner. So after the appt, we only had 10 minutes to get to Music Makers, so we walked the short way to get there on time, then I walked the long way home to fit in my exercise. I was so proud of myself! I even did it all in jeans, not having time to change clothes. Thursday I made the mistake of trying to finish a book during our morning routine. Before I knew it, it was 11:00 and nothing was done, except the book. I could feel the cloud of gloom descending. Then, miraculously, Cheryl called to say she was at the park in my neighborhood! I threw Emily into the stroller, jogged the short way there, then took the 2-mile route home for a great workout! Hallelujah. I took a nap with Emily that day, facedown with my shins hanging off the side of the bed. Today I walked around the lake (4 miles!!) with some friends (picture a stroller brigade), and I got my butt kicked by the double umbrella stroller I used for Brady and Emily. It is heavy, with no forward momentum whatsoever. Now that was a full-body workout. I had to jog while pushing it to attempt to keep up with the other girls' walking pace and their oh-so-nice double jogging strollers. (Yes, I'm green with envy!) Tomorrow I have Brady again, so I'll get another nice workout battling the double stroller to make DAY 6 of the most consecutive days I've exercised since my junior year of high school!
So what do you think? Will I be able to maintain my girl-power attitude over the weekend into another week of awesomeness, or will my inner slacker dominate?
How do you deal with conquering the slackerness once it takes hold?
So Monday I walked to the park. No big deal. I always am motivated on Mondays. The trick was to work out on Tuesday, too. Tuesday is my day off. No reason to get up early. So I enlisted support and got Cheryl to walk with me and we took the kids to the park by her house. I'm already ahead of the curve! Wednesday is tricky. I worked until 9:15, had a doctor appt. for Emily at 9:30, then Music Makers at 10:30. After that is naptime. And then it's only a few minutes before my day is suddenly over and Jason is wondering what's for dinner. So after the appt, we only had 10 minutes to get to Music Makers, so we walked the short way to get there on time, then I walked the long way home to fit in my exercise. I was so proud of myself! I even did it all in jeans, not having time to change clothes. Thursday I made the mistake of trying to finish a book during our morning routine. Before I knew it, it was 11:00 and nothing was done, except the book. I could feel the cloud of gloom descending. Then, miraculously, Cheryl called to say she was at the park in my neighborhood! I threw Emily into the stroller, jogged the short way there, then took the 2-mile route home for a great workout! Hallelujah. I took a nap with Emily that day, facedown with my shins hanging off the side of the bed. Today I walked around the lake (4 miles!!) with some friends (picture a stroller brigade), and I got my butt kicked by the double umbrella stroller I used for Brady and Emily. It is heavy, with no forward momentum whatsoever. Now that was a full-body workout. I had to jog while pushing it to attempt to keep up with the other girls' walking pace and their oh-so-nice double jogging strollers. (Yes, I'm green with envy!) Tomorrow I have Brady again, so I'll get another nice workout battling the double stroller to make DAY 6 of the most consecutive days I've exercised since my junior year of high school!
So what do you think? Will I be able to maintain my girl-power attitude over the weekend into another week of awesomeness, or will my inner slacker dominate?
How do you deal with conquering the slackerness once it takes hold?
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