My thought process was I'm already out the door why not just keep going. Getting out the door is my hardest part, and bonus I have one less kid to drag with me. So I've actually done it...a total of 3 times, but hey it is a start. Am I a fitness gal now? Um, no, chances are I will fall off the wagon, and I won't even be doing this next week.
So we have walked 3 mile trail a few times, and I've biked it. Guess what else? I pretty much hate it. Maybe, I like it a little, but mostly I can't wait for it to be over, and I get excited when I see the house in the distance. Do I feel an awesome surge of energy they claim you get from morning exercise? Nope. It takes everything in me not to curl up on my bed after and take a nap. Am I happy with myself? Very much so. That keeps me going.
I'm going to try to keep doing it for a couple of reasons. Would I like to lose weight? Sure what woman doesn't want that, but that really isn't my motivation. If that was my motivation I'd quite immediately because if I don't see rapid results on the scale then forget it. One of my reasons is because I really need some time for myself. Over the summer I was doing a lot of praying about the stress in my life, and what I could do to help things. Something kept telling me that I needed to exercise, and I kept telling that something to buzz off because Momma don't want to get sweaty. Then I realized that something was God so maybe I should listen. So I am exercising my three miles in hopes that it makes my mood better. Anything to be less irritable and calmer. I listen to my ipod and I think about what is going on around me, I pray a bit, and I keep going.
One thing I have noticed is I am sleeping better at night. I am a night owl with a tendency for insomnia. I've always read that exercise can be a way to combat this. I think maybe it is helping. Some decent sleep has to be helpful in combating the grumps too. So don't count on me actually doing this next week, but I am going to give it a try.