Speaking of stealing people's ideas- that's how I came up with my new workout routine. I noticed that my Mom's best friend, who happens to turn the big 5-0 pretty soon, looked absolutely FAB-u-lous. I mean, the kind of fabulous that makes normal people like us a little sick to our stomachs, thus making us drive through Chik-Fil-A for a quick fix to our jealousy. Theoretically speaking, of course. So, I asked my friend, "What on earth are you doing?" "P90X" was her reply. I thought this was some in-shape person's code that I didn't know about. It was.
It turns out, P90 has been around for years. It was a big craze last year around these parts, and I tried to jump on board after getting the referral from my fit friend. I got the pull-up bar (yikes!) and my husbands free weights (you should have seen the dust on those things- ha!) and was ready to go. 
One issue for a flake like me is that you have to commit to 6 days per week, one hour per day. Yeah, I know- it's so much, right?! SO, I started and felt awful for the first 4 days. I mean, too sore to pick up my child, irritable because my body hurt even at rest, hungry, tired and did I mention sore? After that, though, I started feeling great. I noticed that the videos I could barely do the first week, I could do about half of the second week! I was also feeling more energized and less sore- well, I was constantly sore, anyway.
Why no ripped, toned and tanned "After" pic, you ask? Well, that'd be because I quit after 2 weeks. Don't be so surprised...I already told you I'm a flake. (Let's not discuss nursing school...)So, after going through old pictures on my computer, I realized that I couldn't use the "I gave birth, so give me a break on my looks" excuse. You see, when Z was only 12 months old, we went to the beach. I wore a bikini. and there are pictures to prove it. Plus, a friend, while wishing me a happy 30th, mentioned that, among other things, her 30's were her best decade because she was in the best physical shape of her life. I want to be able to say the same.
SOOOO, I'm throwing it out there- much like Kirstie Alley or Winona on Oprah- I'm starting P90 again. That's right, folks. It's in writing. I actually started with my sister several days ago. SO far, so good!
A couple of things are different this time. First, I have an exercise accountability partner in my sis. For someone like me, it's invaluable to have someone encouraging me everyday to follow through.
Second, I am being less stringent on completing every workout for the full hour. Example: the first day, Zoe came into the room, having woken up early from her nap. I had only worked out for 30 minutes. I stopped, took care of her, and never came back to finish the workout. I'm going easy on myself because any exercise is better than none. Yes, I'm sacrificing my other nap-time chores (or shower or eating lunch in peace) for P90. I think it probably a good trade.
The amazing, action shots in this post are from my sister's January visit- when we started the P90 journey together. I know. We look awesome.
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