What they gotta do is build their frontal lobe with exercise. That comes from doing the wrong thing.

Those skinny moms of multiple children who get up at 6 a.m. to do yoga used to make me want to barf.  I thought it was fadish and somewhat egotistical for someone to be that worried about a saggy ass.  But here I am, on my second large cup of coffee and droopy-eyed because I got up early to worry about my flabby bottom.

 Dom and I bought a Wii Fit yesterday and I had already spent over an hour on it by dinner time.  Today I set up a custom workout routine and set to it before the kids woke up.  Now, I'm happy to report that my arms arms feel like mush and my legs no longer work.  I did yoga, strength training, hula hooping, and skateboarding--all before 8 this morning. 

Did you know I used to be lazy?  Waking before 10 was damn near blasphemy (well, you know for a girl that was too lazy for church and decided couch worship was more suitable).  I also only worked 10 hours a week and took naps between classes in college. 

Mostly it was depression.  Even when things were going well for me, I just didn't have the energy or motivation for most things.  Then I had to start paying rent and bills and I was just exhausted, depressed, and broke.  So I was only home long enough to bank some z's before hitting the daily grind.  I was working 6 days a week at Taco Bell and still not making enough moolah to not have to eat the messed up orders instead of buying groceries that I was never home to cook.

So here I am, plus and minus a combination of over 100 pounds, trying to tone all of those lumps, bumps, and flaps that have somehow become my body over the last decade.  I was a size 4 and roughly 120 big ones when I started my freshman year of college.  Poor Dom.  He thought he was getting a blonde hottie, but I soon skyrocketed to the 160's by our wedding, and another 10 pounds trying to conceive Michael in the following years. Then the all-you-can-eat buffet logic set in and I weighed in at a hefty 240 by the end of my first pregnancy. 

Now after 2 kids and a 7 year marriage full of binge eating during Dom's deployments, I've gone up and down quite a bit and my body in WTF mode about what's supposed to be up and down.  So yeah, perhaps I fit a demographic that I didn't understand before.  And yes, it's purely ego driven of me to get up that early and force my limbs into such unnatural positions for the pure purpose of a tiny waist and better curves.  But why not?

What's wrong with wanting to finally have a better body after 10 years of abuse?  I was naive about diet and exercise as a young adult, and it's time for me to fix my mistakes.   It makes me happy and excited to be so motivated and to accomplish something I've never been able to do before.  So tomorrow I will also get up in pre-baby hours and let that creepy, animated balance board talk me into doing 6 more reps of jacknives.


Today's subject line quote is from Bones, "The Beaver in the Otter" (2009).