A Proclamation

I mean seriously, I just recently (like within the past couple months) shed about 15 pounds. Now ladies...you know just how difficult a task that is. Sorry fellas...you guys tend to walk quickly from one room to another and boom...10 pounds gone. Not so for the ladies. Especially, and I mean especially, if you've had kids. Okay, let me qualify that last statement. Especially if you took fertility drugs that really helped plump you up and then on top of that were pretty darn lazy after the kids were born and never bothered to lose it. There - is that better?

Anyway, I lost some weight and found that underneath all of that was...errr...is just a whole lotta flab. Ughhh... . Aren't you glad you tuned in? Yep, hail damage on the back and front sides, bruises (which will just always be there complements of years of heparin and still-daily aspirin therapy) and un-sunkissed skin. I'm working on that. These days though, gotta take that slow with all the skin cancer threats. Yep, I chose to tan through SPF 30 so it takes awhile.

If you know me, you know I have always been an athlete. I've played organized sports since grade school and through college. Therefore, I never had to 'worry' about working out...until later.

At one point, I found one workout regiment that not only suited me, but I swear was also a form of therapy. AC is going, "Oh yeah, sister...I know what you're talking about!" We used to imagine the bags we were punching and kicking were people who were on our very last nerve. Not to toot our horn, but we even garnered nicknames at the gym and you did not want to get in the way of one of our swings or kicks. Hi-ya! Enough bragging already...

She and I used to hit and kick each other across a sweaty gym every morning around 5:30 a.m. That's right booooooy...Kickboxing with a little Krav Maga thrown in. We would get so aggravated at the people who showed up not willing to give 110%. See, if everyone didn't do it right, you all did it again. Our way of thinking was, "We bothered to show up, why the h#&% wouldn't you make the most of it?"

Before our morning sessions began, we used to work out every day but Sunday during our 10 Weeks of Torture. Ouchhhh! We lived on Ibuprofen, but it was great. On Sundays, we were "off" and got to eat and drink whatever we wanted. Which I did and I'm pretty sure she did not. Regardless, the gym closed down and I fell off the workout wagon.

I tried various things and the closest I found was spinning. But, I'm sorry, that killed my backside. Everyone kept saying, "Oh, did the same thing to me, but you'll get used to it." I did NOT get used to it. And, I don't care for classes where you have to do the same moves as the oh-so-chipper person at the front. I don't have a dance background, therefore, I don't follow quick-taught choreography well. I'm best on my own or with another person who keeps me motivated and accountable.

Enter my kids. Why there is a Wii sitting upstairs in my game room and why it is not getting extreme use by me is uncalled for. I've played the kids at various Wii games, but like their dear old mom...they are competitive and don't like it when they don't win. Being that I come from a sports background, my thinking is that if I let them win every time, they will never "learn" how to be a good sport upon losing. Unfortunately, we haven't found that balance yet.

That shouldn't stop me though and so I get to the point of this post. Today, I proclaim I will not procrastinate any longer. I will start a workout routine of some sort. May include the Wii...may not. Because of finances, gym memberships or paying to workout somewhere is a thing of the past. At least for now. I will make sure I do something every day.

How you ask?

Simple...

I'm going to tell me kids. You know kids...they don't forget a thing and will think it's hilarious that they have to remind me to do something every day, like it or not, the same way I remind them of things (clean your room, go scoop doggie presents in back yard, bring down your trash...). Yep...here I go.

Well, obviously not NOW. And, tomorrow is July 4th...so Monday. Yes, Monday it is. Lookout blogworld...get ready for some nasty posts from a woman who is sore from working out! ha!

Hey, I can dream can't I?