If you notice Mommy limping....

It's because I let Daddy pick some exercises for me to do last night. I know it is seriously whiny of me to complain after a ten-minute workout, but hey, that's what I do.

Before you arrived, Cameron, Mommy had just started going to a gym and enjoying some group classes. I had lost a few pounds, and was super excited to buy a smaller size of clothing (a size I am not even fantasizing of fitting into any time soon). I love to do yoga and really love how relaxed it makes me feel when I am all stretched and pleasantly tired. Since I am SO not a fan of running, I figure I had better stick to exercises that don't make me sweat uncontrollably or make me want to throw up.

But the problem is that now, we have a pretty tight routine to our days. I don't want to leave you at Cara's house for an eternity (and I am sure she wouldn't appreciate that either), so I try to leave work as close to 5:00 as possible and inch my way through traffic to pick you up. It usually takes somewhere between 35 minutes and several centuries. But then we have to hurry home to feed you dinner and hang out before you go to bed at 8:30. Seeing you for only 3 hours a day just sounds terrible, but that is the reality of a commuting working mom.

So the thought of still trying to go to the gym is just ridiculous. I already have my Monday night bible study, so I don't want to miss out on more time. But the thought occured to me last night that I should stick to baby steps. (Your daddy said that I can't buy an eliptical because I already have a Wii fit that I never use.) Maybe I can start doing easy exercises at home that don't require any equipment at all.

Since your daddy is a Licensed Athletic Trainer AND a Certified Strength and Conditioning Specialist, I figured I should put his expertise to good use. So I suggested that every night before we go to bed (which he informed me is not actually a good time at all for exercising) that we each do three short exercises of the other's choosing.

Of course, he immediately said "three sets of ten" of whatever, which I had to remind him was not at all what I signed up for. We compromised at two sets of ten, and I gotta tell you, it was killer. I haven't exercised ANYTHING in way too long. Here's what I was unfortunately assigned: backward lunges (focuses on your booty), squats, and pushups. And I couldn't even finish.

Is that sad or what? The lunges killed me. I am actually still sore today, even after some good stretching and a quick massage on my thighs. I am a disgrace! But am I thinking about how good this is for me, how much I need to take care of this body so that I will be healthy and have more energy?

No. I am thinking that I need to do some research to find the most strenuous and potentially painful exercises to make your daddy do tonight. Google, don't let me down!