Once upon a time, I was in a great exercise routine. I worked out before work, rolling out of bed at 5:30 a.m. and hitting the gym with all of the other dedicated souls at the gym who went before work. I did classes and some individual workouts, and it was just a part of my day, like brushing my teeth or eating lunch. I wasn’t uber-fit, I was not buff by any stretch of the imagination, but I was in good shape. I slept well, and ate well, and felt well most of the time.
Then I became a parent, and fitness was the first thing to go out the window. Thing 1 and Thing 2 have been around for six and three years respectively, and I’m still working on making fitness a habit like it once was.
The 30 Day Shred is helping with this. For this intense period, every weekday, I get out of bed and “play exercise” as my son calls it. Today, while I played exercise, I had to stop to serve some OJ, make an ice pack, and wipe a butt. But I didn’t stop. I just kept going and got in as much of the workout as I could. Sure I missed a few reps here and there, but the majority of the workout got done.
And that is what I’ve learned to accept. If I can get the majority of a workout done, that’s the best I can work toward. My workout may get interrupted, but it can’t be interrupted if I don’t even start it.
And so I continue to roll out of bed and hit “play” and go do exercise.