Last Wednesday I did work out at the Y. Somehow that was the last day for me. Where does the time go?
I'm calling it a 3 star week. I would love for it to be a 5 star week, but that isn't where I'm at right now. I don't want another long lapse in my blogging because I'm not getting in my perfect 5.
I've had a sick kid which has rearranged my plans for the week. But I'm looking on the bright side. I can go do a DVD this afternoon, work out at the Y tomorrow, and take a pilates class on Friday with Hot Stuff--she was trying to talk me into it, and I think it is working--And I will easily have another 3 star week.
Looks like a goal!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Walked the neighborhood
Wasn't an intense anything, but while Hot Honey bathed the kiddos I went for a walk. I walked down to the school and did four laps, then walked back. Now if I just count every time I have to walk to #3's room tonight to put him back in bed, the mileage would really start adding up!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Bitter or Better
It continues to be a constant struggle on how to balance it all. This morning we headed over to the park to meet friends and play, which means I missed my moment to go to the Y and exercise.
Not a huge deal because I haven't made a set exercise plan in my mind yet, and I had these park plans waaaay before I started writing the blog again. ( "Waaaay before" meaning about 3 days.) However, Mama Chick inspired me. She probably doesn't know it yet, but hearing her say she went to the gym this morning after taking a couple or three weeks off planted a seed. Plus, I have the knowledge that Hot Stuff didn't join us at the park because she is off with her Trainer. Way to go Hot Stuff. You don't get a name like that for nothing!
Fast forward. It is the middle of quiet time. Well, not really the middle. More like the downhill side of quiet time. I decided to stop looking for deals on my frugal blogs I frequent. Put on my shoes. And throw in a Walk Away The Pounds DVD.
It is a 35min exercise. I'm doing good. Over halfway. Doorbell rings. Dogs bark. Oh no. Don't wake the kids! Run to the door. It is the mailman with amazon box--#2 has birthday this week. Quick exchange. Only missed about 20 seconds of walking. Return to TV. Kids are still sleeping. Looking good. Continue workout. Didn't last long.
With 10 mins left the baby begins to cry. Oh no. I figure he'll be fine. Crying won't kill him. I should focus on me. A minute goes by and the cry turns to scream. I wait a bit longer. Then I realize this is not normal. I dash to his room. This is where our small house is a good thing. Poor baby has his skinny little knee stuck between his crib bars. How he did it, I'm not sure. I push it out, pick him up. Silence.
Here is where what could have been a bitter situation turned into something better. I could have quit walking all around my living room. Instead I carried my 17lb weight around for the last 7 min of exercise. As I side stepped, knee lifted and marched, he swayed around thinking it was the best ride ever. He filled my ears with little baby giggles, and my eyes with his little toothy smile. That was waaaay better! I wish he could stay 10 months forever.
Not a huge deal because I haven't made a set exercise plan in my mind yet, and I had these park plans waaaay before I started writing the blog again. ( "Waaaay before" meaning about 3 days.) However, Mama Chick inspired me. She probably doesn't know it yet, but hearing her say she went to the gym this morning after taking a couple or three weeks off planted a seed. Plus, I have the knowledge that Hot Stuff didn't join us at the park because she is off with her Trainer. Way to go Hot Stuff. You don't get a name like that for nothing!
Fast forward. It is the middle of quiet time. Well, not really the middle. More like the downhill side of quiet time. I decided to stop looking for deals on my frugal blogs I frequent. Put on my shoes. And throw in a Walk Away The Pounds DVD.
It is a 35min exercise. I'm doing good. Over halfway. Doorbell rings. Dogs bark. Oh no. Don't wake the kids! Run to the door. It is the mailman with amazon box--#2 has birthday this week. Quick exchange. Only missed about 20 seconds of walking. Return to TV. Kids are still sleeping. Looking good. Continue workout. Didn't last long.
With 10 mins left the baby begins to cry. Oh no. I figure he'll be fine. Crying won't kill him. I should focus on me. A minute goes by and the cry turns to scream. I wait a bit longer. Then I realize this is not normal. I dash to his room. This is where our small house is a good thing. Poor baby has his skinny little knee stuck between his crib bars. How he did it, I'm not sure. I push it out, pick him up. Silence.
Here is where what could have been a bitter situation turned into something better. I could have quit walking all around my living room. Instead I carried my 17lb weight around for the last 7 min of exercise. As I side stepped, knee lifted and marched, he swayed around thinking it was the best ride ever. He filled my ears with little baby giggles, and my eyes with his little toothy smile. That was waaaay better! I wish he could stay 10 months forever.
Friday, July 17, 2009
SURPRISE!
Bet you had only a dangle of hope to see something new written on this blog. Well, surprise!
I'm not only surprising you, but I'm surprising myself. What? That's right I'm surprising myself.
You see I constantly fall into the trap of wanting to do things a certain way. So I wait. And wait. And wait until I have enough time to do it correctly. Some may see this as patience. But the guilty, nagging voice in my head lets me know that this is not one of the fruits of the Spirit. It is me wanting this blog to be perfect. It is me being paralyzed by the fear of doing it wrong. I can't be perfect, nor will this blog be perfect.
This very moment, more like 5 min. ago, I realized that I will NEVER have time to do this blog "correctly." So with that said, I'm simply jumping back in!
The surprise for me is that this is just a random day. I'm not starting on a Monday or giving notice that I will start on Monday. It isn't the beginning of a new month. I'm not sharing all the ideas and goals that have been swirling in my head.
It is not the GIANT restart kickoff blog thingy that I thought I would do. I'm simply just restarting. And I'm OK with it.
Hey Girls....I'm back.
I'm not only surprising you, but I'm surprising myself. What? That's right I'm surprising myself.
You see I constantly fall into the trap of wanting to do things a certain way. So I wait. And wait. And wait until I have enough time to do it correctly. Some may see this as patience. But the guilty, nagging voice in my head lets me know that this is not one of the fruits of the Spirit. It is me wanting this blog to be perfect. It is me being paralyzed by the fear of doing it wrong. I can't be perfect, nor will this blog be perfect.
This very moment, more like 5 min. ago, I realized that I will NEVER have time to do this blog "correctly." So with that said, I'm simply jumping back in!
The surprise for me is that this is just a random day. I'm not starting on a Monday or giving notice that I will start on Monday. It isn't the beginning of a new month. I'm not sharing all the ideas and goals that have been swirling in my head.
It is not the GIANT restart kickoff blog thingy that I thought I would do. I'm simply just restarting. And I'm OK with it.
Hey Girls....I'm back.
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