Will I Survive?

Today I decided it was time to undo all the damage I had done over the Fourth of July weekend.  I had truly been working hard to keep up with my friends who are dieting and doing so well with it. Then came the fun drinks, good food and yummy desserts. Of course, everything I put in my mouth comes complete with guilt and a lack of self respect.

I deserve to look good and feel good. I just don't understand why I can't make that happen, beside the fact that I love sugar and junk food. It would be awesome to be a hot mom, or actually, a healthier, stronger version of myself. I have three kids for goodness sakes, I should be able to run 20 miles a day. Right now I feel like it takes more effort to tie on my tennis shoes and get my ass out the door than, say, make waffles and eat three.

All that being said, I busted out the Insanity workout this morning. Kids were up early so I couldn't go for the walk/run that I'd been trying to do every day before the weekend of "screw exercise I'm going to eat whatever and drink whatever is 6 inches within my reach".  Insanity is insane. It makes me want to puke, but I work it out and after the last seconds tick down I feel oh-so-good.  I'm sweaty, shaky and above all, I think I might have worked off one of the three cupcakes I had this weekend.

If you've never worked out in your living room with a 5 year old exercising next to you and a two year old hanging on your leg, well, then you've never truly experienced workout hell.  5 is a pretty good age and I knew she would give up pretty quickly.  2 doesn't give up quite as fast. If he's not hanging on my leg, then he's standing on his head, butt up in the air directly in the path of Power Knees and Push-Up Jacks.

Today was a good day. No one got stepped on, no one cried. I only had to stop for one potty break (mine, because I can't do jumping jacks without, well, it's kind of like a mom sneeze. Mommies - you know what I'm talking about). 

Wish me luck on this grand get-in-shape adventure. I shall call it Body War. If it were a reality show, who would watch? Probably my mom. Maybe my friends.  I could kick myself out of the house if I don't work hard enough. For now, however, I have to go squeeze myself into my swimsuit and get in the public pool for Mommy and Me swim lessons.