Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Happy Happy Springtime!

Hooray! I took out the stroller today and went for a walk/run. The roads are mostly clear of snow, but there are large puddles that my son loves to go splashing through, and luckily I only got a little stuck once. At least the sun is out and shining. I really need some Vitamin D. "G" loved it so much that he didn't want to come in, but after 2 hours, I was getting kind of tired.

It's been warm enough that my husband cleared off the deck and my kids have been spending every spare moment running around outside. The yard still has three feet of snow, but that's a lot less than a couple weeks ago and it's slowly melting. It's been great. The kids get to play outside (and I can see them from the kitchen window) and I can get some things done in the house while they wear themselves out. Spring sure makes me happy!!

Friday, 1 April 2011

Mommy Exercising

For some reason, everytime I do yoga, or ab exercises, or any kind of exercise on the floor, my son "G" thinks this is the most appropriate time to climb on me. He jumps on my tummy when I'm trying to do crunches, or crawls between my legs when I'm trying to do triangle pose. "Trying" being the word. I wonder how effective my workouts are when I spend half of the time moving "G" away from me, or concentrating on not kicking him in the head instead of my form and posture and breathing.

I know the best time for me to have an effective work out is in the morning before my kids wake up. But really, working out at 5:30 or 6 am is so not appealing to me. I'm not much of a morning person and I love sleep so much. But then again, I'm trying to lose 15-20 lbs (it would be awesome to fit into my wedding dress again) and I know that if I want big changes to happen in my life, I need to start by making my own little changes... like waking up earlier. Ay, there's the rub: to get up earlier and have an effective workout, or to workout with kids crawling all over me and to sleep, perchance to dream. I feel like Hamlet. To be, or not to be... thin.

I just need some motivation. Maybe I'll buy a nice dress that will fit a 15 pound skinnier me. I'll rip the tag off, throw away the reciept and then I can't return it, so I have to lose those pounds so I can fit into the dress... and be healthier, feel better, look better, all that jazz. Looking sexy in a little black dress will be worth waking up early. Right?