Day 9

Jillian Michaels is the devil!!!! (not really) But that is how I feel right now! I thought coming home and getting through her 20 minute level 1 workout would be a great jumpstart to our run tonight. OMG! If I thought I was out of shape before – I have no doubt now!!!! Thanks Jillian for bursting my “I’M DOING SO GRREEAATT” bubble!

After work, I picked up the girls and my 2 year-old son and headed home. I thought we could get this video done and over with before my husband got home and then we could go run when it cooled down – you know, to about 90 degrees. I wish I would have had a video camera on record because this is how our 20 minute workout happened:
I put in the DVD and we began the warm-up. My girls are hysterically laughing once we get to the jumping jacks. I look over at them and both of them are starring at my boobs. (whatever – I pause the DVD went and put on a sports bra – completely pitiful!) They’re still laughing as I push play. I don’t remember how long the warm-up was because I was tired and wanted to quit even before it was over – maybe three or five minutes long. We start on the actual workout and I am already out of breath. (Oh yeah, I should probably mention that we decided NOT to use hand weights- a brilliant idea!) My son is having fun trying to do everything with us and it was very cute watching him try. I said it WAS – until he started to add his own props to the mix. First, we are down for pushups. He tries them then decides to jump on my back when I’m doing mine. I’m yelling at him to stop and yelling at the girls to do the pushups the right way. (Picture this, all 4 of us on my living room rug because the tile is too hard on their knees, trying to fit in all of our exercises…total drama.) We get off of the floor and go right into lunges. LUNGES – YEAH! (You know how much I like lunges…) I’m yelling at the girls to do them right again and I decide to close my eyes. I need to focus on my breathing and not on the burning pain! (Whooo-saaaa) That’s when my son decides to throw his small soccer ball and hit me in the side of the head. WTH? I’m so mad! Jillian is telling us to get down for sit-ups and I’m yelling at him to go to his room! So, instead of going to his room he decides to straddle my stomach like a pony and start bouncing up and down. (Oh my gosh – this kid was severely close to getting punted across the room!) Now we are back up on our feet doing side lunges. My son thinks this is fun and starts running in and out of our legs – like we are playing “London Bridges” or something. The girls are laughing at me because I am apparently making noises comparable to a howling dog, so I start yelling at them to take this seriously and DO IT RIGHT! Back down for sit-ups (maybe, I think I lost consciousness). My son decides to lie down beside me and act like he was going to give me a kiss – ohhhh how sweet– then he slaps me in the forehead. Deep breath – 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 – GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!!!!!!!

Now we are back up for jumping jacks. I think I’m about to pass out when I hear Jillian saying – “400lb people can do this so YOU CAN TOO!” and my body is screaming back at her “NO SHE CAN’T!” Finally! We get to the cool down session and all I can do is lay there. My legs are wobbly, sweat is running in my eyes, it sounds like my son just broke something in the other room and the girls are moaning for it to be over.

It’s over – we are done for the day. Any other time in my life I would have already quit because of the numerous inconvenient distractions. But, this is my crazy life and if I’m going to commit myself to helping my girls then I have to embrace my surroundings and learn to dodge the unexpected flying objects!