We have a set-up for him in the basement (this “set-up” could also be used by me). Because of his dedication he is very fit and very muscular which I am a big fan of. I love those strong shoulders and that it takes not effort for him to pick me up and carry me around like I am just a dainty little thing. I also love sleep and warmth and my bed is the place to find both of those things, so while Luke is in the basement working up a seat I am generally still in bed.
I am by no means over weight. I am very happy with my size and more importantly comfortable in my skin. This hasn’t always been the case, though. Even though I happy with my current weight and size I have been feeling out of shape, slow and and a little blah. I know that I should work out, we eat pretty healthfully but I will admit I am missing the fitness piece to my so called “healthy lifestyle.”
So why have a chosen to tell you that the only way I could run a mile was if I were being chased by a large angry animal and that I get sore and tired from walking around the mall? That is a good question, and I am starting to ask myself that very same thing. After all I don’t want you guys to think I am lazy or unmotivated, but I guess if the shoe fits!
In order to share a part of my continuous evolution as a mom and a wannabe foxy lady I have decided to start waking up with Luke twice a week to work out. Trust me, I still don’t think that anyone should be awake at 5:15 AM and that is why I will probably sleep until 6:00 AM and then work out…not that I think 6:00 AM is any better and this is why I have only pledged to wake up early a measly 2 times a week.
