Are we tired of fitness posts yet? (Seriously I don’t know, you need to tell me if you are bored dot com by this.)
Also, did I mention that I am in a wedding in two weeks? I am! But that is not why I am working out because let’s be honest, I am one mama of two children, one of them being six months old. This is real life right here.
Because every post needs a picture (otherwise our attention wanders!), here is a snap of our basement workout area.
Complete with beer fridge!
Honestly, moving the hand-me-down green couch out of the basement and not being able to fit the cream couch down the stairs has been a real blessing. It has left us (me) with more than enough room for the treadmill and floor space for yoga and workout videos. Which are apparently now a thing that I do.
Because I am a wild woman, I bought some 2 lb weights last week and those are a thing that I own now.
I also wanted to pop in to share a great workout video I found – this one is some sort of bizarre cardio dance yoga thing that is the most fun ever. I have done it three times and each time it is hard and each time it is a hoot.
If you have any favorite workout videos that you like to do, please share them in the comments!
(Scene from this morning’s workout at barre class.)
After nine weeks, I am still going strong on my three times a week workout goal and I am proud of me! I will also share that Marcus has been just an incredible supporter of me in this. He makes time for me to go to a workout class on the weekends without the kids, on the nights I workout, he takes on some extra housework so that I can just head downstairs after dinner.
The treadmill is still awaiting its healer (they’ll be by this week) so I am still doing workout videos. They are the worst ever. I hate them. They do not even take very long but they are hard.
That said, I have been doing these two (Video One – Video Two) from POPSUGAR pretty much on rotation and y’all they are working. I am finally feeling my core muscles engaging.
Also they are free and y’all know I love free things. Being able to workout in the basement continues to be the number one reason I am able to workout at all. I do like going to a weekly class, mostly so that I can leave my house without my children. But at the end of the day, nothing tops being able to just throw on some workout clothes, hustle downstairs and then be able to just walk back into my life when I am done.
All of my friends: You’re running again!
(Me internally: Thank God for friends who very literally have the highest aspirations for me)
Me Out Loud: LOL no I am power walking.
Here we are.
I finally got new running shoes (hello goal complete!). And now our treadmill has been used for more than me trying to go into labor (which worked). I realized last week that I hadn’t put any hooks for workout clothes up in our closet.
My goal for right now (and let’s be serious probably until both children are in school) is to exercise three times a week. It can be all walking, all yoga, a combination of the two. I am not doing it to get skinny, I am doing it because I am an unbearable person to be around when I don’t.
Where do I fit it in? Well, usually right after dinner (another reason I am not thinking about running at all right now) because that is the time I have. Generally our mornings start by 6:30 at the latest but sometimes as early as 4:30 or 5:00. This is fine, but there is no way for me to wake up before my children do. Morning workouts will have to be the domain of the time when they can finally pour themselves cereal and turn on some cartoons.
Do I have the time for this? Sort of but not really. I do in the sense that the minutes exist. I do not in the sense that once dinner is put away, Marcus and I usually try to do one productive project each night. This can be cleaning a bathroom or the kitchen, folding laundry, sweeping out the mudroom, you get the idea. So now I do this and that. It is fine. We are all happier when our house is passably clean.
And now with all of this you know the tiniest bit about my pseudo-workout routine and our general housekeeping. The end.