(Huff, puff, wheeze, snap, crack, oof!)
That's me exercising.
I know. Why did I start, right?
I was tired of being tired. I was tired of looking at myself and not liking what I was seeing.
My almost four year old can outrun me. That's never a good thing.
There are some pretty mountains around here and if I don't get in shape, I won't be able to see them any closer than I can get my wimpy van. Some of the best places in the mountains you gotta hike to.
I'm doing it right this time. I got a low impact video to work on first and it's mostly walking in place. At the same time I bought that one, I bought a cardio dance video. Once I get bored with that I'll go back to the cardio-kickboxing one I got two years ago which kicked my butt, but good. And I'm not looking at the longsuffering bathroom scale every day. Nope. Not gonna. This isn't about weight.
No really it isn't.
Okay maybe it is just a teeny weeny widdle bit, but mostly it's about not running out of air after five minutes of tag. I mean, seriously, how can a kid respect his mom if she doesn't give him a little bit of a challenge during a game of tag?
And for the record, of the many things in life that aren't fair, why does a woman's metabolism have to tank after she's done having kids? The kids may be sleeping through the night, but I'm not! C'mon! Not all grammas have to be cushier than their armchairs. Aren't skinny grammas just as lovable? Not that I'm anywhere close to being a gramma yet, not by long stretch, but by the time I slim down, I MIGHT be.
If you hear tortured screams in the early a.m., don't worry, it's just me. Just stick that cotton in your ears and roll over, cause dang it, a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do. Wrap those knees before stretching!