And, the new year is upon us. Another new year. Another round of resolutions. Not that there's anything wrong with resolutions. They're not so much for me, but to each his own. I've tried lots of resolutions, and without fail, I always fail at some point...pretty quick after the year starts. I've tried working out, reading my Bible everyday for some crazy amount of time that is not realistic, being nicer to Landon (ha...), and on and on and on. The past two weeks I've been doing some of Landon's P90X workouts. I told him this only after I'd done the first one. Let me tell you why. In fact, let me just share with you some of the reasons I hate exercise.
1. I hate accountability - and let's face it, most of us do. I don't want anyone asking me if I did the workout. If I did it, good for me, and if I didn't, not your business. Don't ask me.
2. I hate sweating. I've always hated sweating. I've always been an indoor girl. I remember my parents having to threaten me within an inch of my life to make me go outside. Just to stand outside. Picking up pine cones are some of my most hated memories. Sweat is gross. Although, I do acknowledge, that one of the best feelings in the world is taking a shower after having sweated a lot.
3. I hate big shoes. I've gotten a little better about this, but I still don't really like tennis shoes. I'm more of a flats and keds girl. You have to wear big shoes to exercise, and it makes me mad that they are expensive - I would much rather spend money on something else of greater value to me.
4. It takes a long time to see results. This is just my opinion. Seems to me like my problem areas will always be my problem areas no matter what lengths I go to to improve them. Oh yeah, and then if you start to see results and you take a year off from exercise, all your hard work...down the drain. Um, not good.
5. You have to take off your makeup before working out and reapply it if you are going somewhere after you finish...unless of course, you work out in the morning - which I would NEVER do. My body is soft from sleeping in the morning, and I just cannot - I repeat - cannot - work out first thing in the morning.
Nevertheless, I'm feeling pretty good about this P90X situation. You know, on the real program - if you do it like serious business - you work out 6 days in a row and then take 1 day off and start again. Well, sorry, but no. I'm not doing that, Tony. I want to do it 3 times a week. I do not like my legs and behind, so that's what I want to focus on. I'm doing three workouts - legs and back, cardio, and kenpo x. oh, and ab ripper x after all of these. So, two weeks down...and what will happen next? Will I continue? My hope would be that I could continue and do more if I want to, and then get in noticeably better shape before we decide to try to have another baby - not that this will happen tomorrow...or even sometime this year, it's just something that is important to me. I'm worried 5 pounds with one baby will turn into 20 pounds with two babies...and good night if I had three babies...I could be weighing 60 more pounds or something. I'd like to get in better shape than I was when I got pregnant with James - in my mind this makes my starting point even better for baby #2 (whenever the time comes).
Alright. Probably no one cares. I just thought this was an amusing subject and wanted to remember my thoughts forever and ever :) So, I am BRINGING IT. For how long? Who knows. And don't ask. I'll update you if I want you to know.