My life pretty much revolves around my family these days. There’s appointments, laundry, dishes, sometimes meals, more laundry, boring errands and a bunch of other things that just sort of become your responsibility when you stop having a regular job. So I think it’s more than fair to occasionally take a little time for myself. So, I’ve been “taking care of myself.” This is a nice phrase, but execution is a little murky. My Chick-fil-a addiction is pretty fierce, so I’m not going to mess with that just yet. I haven’t bought any more alcohol. That’s not quite the same as giving up drinking, but it effectively cuts my drinking down to almost none. I also told my husband to stop buying ice cream. This one hurts a little, but I’m getting used to it. The proliferation of Halloween candy has helped.
I also decided to exercise and so far I’ve had what I would generously call mixed results. I started out with little ten minute workouts and finally decide to upgrade to a DVD I used to do pretty regularly. Well, I must have been in better shape back then because twenty minutes in I was panting and tripping and sweating. I may not have mentioned this before, but I don’t sweat. If moisture is gathering on my upper brow then that’s a sure sign of impeding doom. My husband was shocked. And did I mention the tripping? There’s something so undignified about tripping over your own two feet.
But I’ve kept at it. I did the video a few more times and now I can actually finish all thirty minutes. I’d like to work in some yoga in too. I did a ten minute routine and it’s pretty cool. I’m going to look for a DVD with longer routine. I don’t really have a still personality, so it’s a stretch for me–but in a good way. I’d also like to do a little running. Not a lot of running–that’s not my style. I have absolutely no desire to run a marathon on a triathlon. None. I do think it would be good if I could run a mile or two without dying though. You know, in case there’s an alien invasion or something.
I’m not in danger of becoming Miss Fitness America, but it’s something.
In no particular order, things that make me smile:
I'm Katy. I'm a wife, mom, and champion napper. My oldest son is six and has cerebral palsy, I have two-year-old b/b twins, and a one-year-old. I consider myself living proof that God has a sense of humor. Read More…