Watch out you little pink bunny!
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Cookies, baklava, apple cake, cheese grits, filet minon, ham, chocolate, egg cassarole . . . you name it, we ate it this Christmas.
Ever felt bloated when you woke up in the morning? That's how I've been feeling lately. Don't get me wrong. I love all those foods. I love to eat. But I don't love what all those foods and all that eating does to me.
So yesterday I did something I haven't done in a LONG time . . . I went to the gym.
When I say long time, I mean a LONG time. More than just one season of American Idol. Maybe even more than one season of 24.
See, last year wasn't much of a work-out year for me. After some health issues early in the year, I took it easy for a while. Then I led our Switzerland team, so I got busy. Then our fall schedules took over our lives, and I just plain got lazy. My regular work-outs went by the wayside.
But this was the week that I was determined to get back at it. And yesterday was the day.
I got up at the ungodly hour of 5:45 a.m. Did some cardio and some sit-ups and got home just in time to get the older two to school at 7.
By 8:00 I was already showered, dressed, and had (gasp!) made my bed.
By 9:00 I had gotten Maggie to school, thrown in a load of laundry, and cleaned up the kitchen.
By 10:00 I had started a pot of homemade spaghetti sauce.
At 10:30 I ran a few errands.
By noon I was home, ate a really healthy lunch, and worked on some volunteer work I needed to do.
Are you seeing a theme here yet?
By 12:30 I had cooked noodles and was beginning to assemble a lasagne for dinner.
By 1:00 I was mixing up a cake and folding more laundry.
And on and on it went.
I checked the mirror to see who the woman was who took over my body. Yep, still me.
I picked up the girls from school, went to a meeting, ran more errands, finished making dinner.
And on and on it continued.
Yesterday I got more accomplished and felt less tired than I have in a long, LONG time. That's right. You got it. The difference was the work-out.
Too bad it had to happen at that ungodly hour, but if that's what it takes, I guess that's what it'll have to be.
And you know what? I don't even care (that much) if I don't lose any weight. The energy I had yesterday made even getting up at 5:45 worthwhile.
Ever felt bloated when you woke up in the morning? That's how I've been feeling lately. Don't get me wrong. I love all those foods. I love to eat. But I don't love what all those foods and all that eating does to me.
So yesterday I did something I haven't done in a LONG time . . . I went to the gym.
When I say long time, I mean a LONG time. More than just one season of American Idol. Maybe even more than one season of 24.
See, last year wasn't much of a work-out year for me. After some health issues early in the year, I took it easy for a while. Then I led our Switzerland team, so I got busy. Then our fall schedules took over our lives, and I just plain got lazy. My regular work-outs went by the wayside.
But this was the week that I was determined to get back at it. And yesterday was the day.
I got up at the ungodly hour of 5:45 a.m. Did some cardio and some sit-ups and got home just in time to get the older two to school at 7.
By 8:00 I was already showered, dressed, and had (gasp!) made my bed.
By 9:00 I had gotten Maggie to school, thrown in a load of laundry, and cleaned up the kitchen.
By 10:00 I had started a pot of homemade spaghetti sauce.
At 10:30 I ran a few errands.
By noon I was home, ate a really healthy lunch, and worked on some volunteer work I needed to do.
Are you seeing a theme here yet?
By 12:30 I had cooked noodles and was beginning to assemble a lasagne for dinner.
By 1:00 I was mixing up a cake and folding more laundry.
And on and on it went.
I checked the mirror to see who the woman was who took over my body. Yep, still me.
I picked up the girls from school, went to a meeting, ran more errands, finished making dinner.
And on and on it continued.
Yesterday I got more accomplished and felt less tired than I have in a long, LONG time. That's right. You got it. The difference was the work-out.
Too bad it had to happen at that ungodly hour, but if that's what it takes, I guess that's what it'll have to be.
And you know what? I don't even care (that much) if I don't lose any weight. The energy I had yesterday made even getting up at 5:45 worthwhile.
