OK. So those sporadic workouts weren’t working.
I’d work out and then take a day or two to recover before doing the same workout – generally, attempting to run. I say attempting because I’m still not where I want to be with all that.
Somehow, though, that day or two to recover would turn into five. And then I might as well have started over again.
With major deadlines hanging over my head at work, I have been staying up way too late, which means three snooze-button mornings and stumbling out of bed with just barely enough time to get the boys ready for school.
Lunches are easier to work though.
Evenings are for kids, cooking, kitchen clean up and carting the boys to their appointments. That leaves me at 9 p.m.
Cardio after 9 p.m. kills sleep. At least it does for me.
But, enough. I am sick of my own excuses.
So I stepped it up last week with a vow to do at least 20 minutes of exercise — any exercise — per day. I’ve given myself permission to skip the cardio if it is late, so long as I get moving.
As a result, tonight it was butt busters. Yesterday it was abs. Pilates, the day before. Tomorrow. Who knows?
And you know what? I feel better already.
The difference that a week can make.
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