Working out the Workout

It was touch and go for a while there, but I made it through my workout. This week I broke into my new workout DVD and boy was it a good one! It made me feel strong and I was so proud of myself for making it through. Then the next day happened. I was soooooo sore. It hurt to sit down. It hurt to stand. It hurt to think about moving. Needless to say, I took that day off. But today I forced myself to work out. I did a different workout, it’s still one of the hardest ones I have in my current roster of DVD’s and it was harder than usual; I am still feeling the soreness from the work out the other day. But, I made it through. I did 95% of the workout. Yes, there was that time when I was doing jumping lunges that I lost my balance and nearly crushed my son who was finding it hilarious to run around me. I think that is where I lost that 5%.

One of hardest things of being a parent and trying to fit in exercise is having kids. I have tried to exercise when they are sleeping. The problem with that? They always inevitably sense that Mommy is doing something and must be stopped. They always seem to wake up. I have tried to work out while they were in the basement playing. The problem with that? They always seem to get bored with their ginormous pile of toys and infiltrate the room I am in. My solution? I try to work around them. I have given up on being by myself when I exercise. After all, if you can’t look like a fool in front of your families, who can you look like a fool in front of? At least I am trying to be healthy and maybe, just maybe, they are learning healthy habits. I sometimes also allow them to join in on the fun. Like when I’m doing push ups, I let my son lean on me. Or when I’m doing sit ups, I encourage my daughter to do them with me. We pretend we are using a rope to sit up, then we fall slowly back. It’s great to see the smiles when you are being silly and making silly noises while exercising. Sometimes my daughter will say she is going to exercise with me. She will get through the warm up and be so tired she has to go to bed to sleep. LOL She is only 4 though, so I will cut her some slack.

So, I am totally digging my new pedometer. I get a kick out of seeing how many miles I walk a day. I always thought that I must go miles and miles just milling around the house. Especially since I have the memory of a fly most of the time. I am constantly going somewhere only to wonder why I am going there. Then I go back to where I started, remember what I was doing and head back to where I was going. Or I can’t remember and start some other task. But anyways, the pedometer is awesome. I think I might actually walk more because of it. I like to see the numbers. It also calculates calories burned, which is cool. It’s just another motivational tool to help me stay committed to staying fit and sticking to the diet.