I will be the first to admit, I let some things go after having the twins. Like personal space, time to myself, and the ability to have my own thoughts. Sleep, regular meal times, and relaxing showers - also gone.
It's true that my plate has been a little extra full, but I may have also used having four kids at home as an excuse to let my fitness slide. I mean, who has time or energy to workout. Carrying around babies counts for something, right?
I've rode that horse for two years. Then today, I rode Sawyer's bicycle. I hopped on just to be funny. It's clearly too small for me, but I can make it work. I cruised around the yard, standing up on the pedals and the kids got a kick out of seeing their old boring mom on a bike. I was feeling pretty good about it. Then I sat down on the seat and something bumped me. Again and again and again. At that point, I became shockingly aware that the back wheel was rubbing my booty...or rather, my booty hung so much over the seat, that it was rubbing on the back wheel. Abruptly, the ride ended. Stupid bike.
It was a humbling afternoon. And the beginning of my new workout career. But first I ate an ice cream cone. It seemed like the right thing to do.
Squats and lunges begin first thing the day after tomorrow.
In the meantime, I'll be letting my backside know that it's wanted up north.
I'm sorry, I can't help myself. It's okay if I'm the only one laughing. It happens all the time.
Kids. You get credit for this too. It's a darn good thing they are cute, and Fischer wants to be a doctor so he can probably put us in a decent retirement facility. Paybacks.
I digress. If you need me, I'll be sweating it out somewhere...probably in my closet so the kids can't find me. Or I'll be eating chocolate. Also in the closet. Chances are 50/50. I'll keep you posted.
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