Wednesday, 02 July 2008
by Mama Fox
But it was okay.
I have the wide hips, the squishy belly of skin and chunky thighs. I am not toned in any way except my arms from carrying around babies and toddlers for 4 1/2 years. I'm pretty much okay with the way my body is. I mean I am wonder woman. I created life (with a little help) and carried it in my body for 10 months! Three separate times! Of course that was going to reupholster my body. I have pregnancy service stripes (aka stretch marks) and I wear them proudly. Not that I would go around showing my stomach to people but I know they are there as a testament to my achievements.
I've been exercising off and on for the last 6 months. Not enough to do me any good of course. Papa Fox was talking about buying an elliptical to get me up and moving but other bills always come first. Then my mom won a contest at her work and was able to pick a prize. She was having a hard time with it because there was nothing she really wanted. I told her to pick the elliptical and we would pay her for it. It was delivered a couple of weeks ago and now sits as a constant reminder in the living room corner.
The kids have played on it more then I have. Seriously, I'm dead tired from end of cosleeping battles, cleaning, and making sure my older boys don't kill each other. Why would I want to jump on that thing for 30 minutes every day? Even the idea of buying new clothes when I hit my goal weight doesn't help motivate me.
Papa Fox has to exercise on his own since they aren't doing PT at the academy this week. So he's on this kick of "You will exercise when I exercise." Sure honey, whatever you say. Then I made the mistake of jumping on the elliptical. I planned on going for 10 minutes then quitting, figuring I can push out 10 minutes without much problem. Papa Fox decided to stand there and actually ORDER me to do 30 minutes. He yelled at me whenever I slowed down, telling me not to quit, that I can do it. It hurt. I hated him. I felt like passing out. I cried. I did 27 minutes and 20 seconds. I'm pleased with myself, even if I did fall over later when trying to stretch it out.
That was Sunday. I'm not sure if I can do it without Papa Fox there making sure I don't quit but I can have him in my head. My own little Drill Instructor husband. I'll hate him and I'll cry but damnit I'm going to work out and get my body back.
What motivates you to exercise and get back in shape?