I was going to work out today.
And then, I wasn’t. I am exhausted from single parenting while hubby’s out of town and diving into the busiest month of the year for my businesses and getting ready for launch week of UrbanBlissLife.com. I haven’t slept more than 5 hours a night in over a week. I’m happy, but tired, which means I am sometimes cranky and stabby. I’d probably be more so if I hadn’t been working out.
So I thought I’d take a break today. A day of rest.
And then while driving home from errands & a fun lunch with the kids, my six-year-old son asks me, “Mom? Are you going to work out today? Maybe when we get home?”
That’s my accountability. My kids. The ones who have been watching their pathetically out-of-shape mama do this crazy workout video everyday for the past week. The ones who think jumping jacks are oh so fun and laugh everytime Jillian Michaels says “kick your own butt.” They are the ones who keep me in check.
So, off I go, to change and then… work out. If I can sit here for 15 minutes to write this post, I can get my butt moving for 20 and work on making a difference in my health, my body, my outlook.