Starting a fitness challenge to finally lose the baby weight before a big wedding is simple enough in theory. You choose a fitness program, pull out those workout clothes that have been collecting dust under a pile of baby clothes for months and simply start working out for x amount of time each day. Easy, right? I mean who doesn't have 25 mins to spare for exercise each day?
Me, that's who.
Yes, in theory I can easily take 25 mins out each day to do the T-25 workouts I put so much effort into acquiring, it's just a few minutes after all. In reality though? Well let's just say it's not that easy to find the motivation required to spend the handful of relaxing minutes you have in a day voluntarily jumping up and down for the sake of a smaller butt.
Why kill yourself with exercise, the devil on your shoulder tells you, when you can use the baby's nap time to blog, watch that episode of Castle you have on DVR or catch up on chores? Why not start this fitness program next Monday?
Ah yes, the siren call of that elusive Magical Monday when I finally start getting into shape. So far this rare creature has managed to elude me for 6 straight months but who knows, maybe the next Monday will be 'the one'.
This time, I have a better plan: don't wait around for another Monday only to be tempted to break your diet when the hubby inevitably orders pizza. Instead, start your diet/exercise regimen on a Wednesday so that by the time Monday shows up, you've already found your stride.
I know, I know, I'm a genius.
Now if I could only figure out how to get Lilly to stop trying to catch hold of and untie my laces while I'm attempting to do jumping jacks, I just might make it through 25 mins without breaking a leg trying to avoid jumping on the baby's fingers.
The things I do for those skinny jeans.