5:20 every morning the alarm goes off – bzzz “So, what are you waiting for?” Shakes my iPhone and I roll over. Most morning I fumble around for a second trying desperately to hit snooze before it wakes up the girls because as far as they are concerned (or I’m concerned for them) 5:20 is NOT morning.
I repeat the process about 3 times more, because sleep makes me happy and so often I’ve been up in the night with kid 1 or kid 2 or kids 1 and 2 and I’m tired. Either way, by 5:40 I’m up and headed for the bathroom. I fire on some workout pants (because I’ve learned that mornings go faster if you sleep in your workout top) and stumble down the stairs, still trying to be quiet as I inevitably drop one or all the things in my hands.
I make sure juice and milk cups are out and then it’s down to business. Time to sweat!
A year ago I made up my mind that changing my eating habits wasn’t enough (although a necessity both for a healthy lifestyle and for someone with severe food allergies) I needed to add exercise into the mix. One because I wasn’t happy with where my body was and two because I know that it’s a key in overall health.
What started out as something I thought I had to do quickly became something I love to do! While I’d exercised in the past, not to this extent and in a matter of weeks I discovered how awesome I could feel, and after a few months I discovered how awesome the results could be.
So, here I am. A year later and it’s a 6 day a week 1 to 1.5 hour a day routine. I’m up at the butt crack of dawn because our lives are busy and I need to fit the exercise in before school and work. I also love that if I get the workout done in the morning I have all day to feel energized and strong. (And if I’m lucky I can do the whole thing before the kids are awake which means ME TIME!)
Since Corey is gone long before I’m even up to workout, I don’t have the option Monday – Friday of going to the gym. I can’t leave the kids alone, nor am I willing to wake them up that early to put them in daycare only to have them grumpy each and everyday. So I workout here. I’ve made a few investments in my fitness stash – a Bosu Ball (LOVE this), 5 Jillian Michaels Workout DVD‘s and subscribe to her website (ADORE her)(also I HATE her)(sometimes I think she hates me too), dumbbells, yoga mat and I’ve down loaded the Nike Training Club App for my phone. None of which were stupid expensive (unlike the treadmill/elliptical trainer I’d like) but all of which are amazing to have and use.
Most days are Jillian days, due to the amount of time I have before work and school my workouts Monday to Thursday are only an hour-long. They consist of sweating and grunting, of visions of seeing Jillian put on a spin cycle for the rest of her life and fears that my arms might literally fall off. They end with stretches and more sweat and a feeling of pure satisfaction. Friday and Saturday are my torture days – they are a minimum of 1.5 hours long, usually a double of the Bosu cardio and some circuit training on Friday and a trip to the gym on Saturday
to watch grown up TV by myself to climb a mountain up the treadmill for an hour and then die on the elliptical. And Sunday, I take a rest.
I’m setting a good example for our girls. When they are up they both grab their workout mats and lunge along with me. Bethany loves Jillian and will tell any and everyone she can do “Rockstars” just like her. We talk about how exercising keeps our bodies healthy (we do NOT talk about skinny, fat or the like), how by exercising we will have the energy to play, to live long, to take care of what God’s given us. I hope, as they grow they won’t face the emotional struggles I have/do because they take care of themselves and that in that they find confidence.
This IS hard. I work hard, I sweat hard (and everywhere, seriously folks sweat has nothing to do with how in shape you are and everything to do with body make up. It’s also disgusting), I’ve earned every. single. change I’ve seen in my body ( a post for another day). It’s also relief, and enjoyment and gives me a sense of accomplishment. I made the commitment to myself to be healthy, to our girls and to my husband and so, I do it.
It may not be pretty and I may sometimes complain on Twitter about the time of day I’m up and wearing pants, but it’s worth it. I love it and I’ll do everything in my power to keep doing it, for the rest of my life.