It's Christmas. Merry Chirstmas, y'all. Yesterday was our day to spend time with extended family. We spent several hours with my family and Hubby's family, eating way too much and opening presents. It was great; it always is. Yesterday was also my rest day for the week, so I got to chill all day and not worry about fitting in time to workout.
During all the festivities, I was asked, by a few different people, if I was going to workout on Christmas, or just take the day off since it's such a busy holiday. My answer was always the same: "Today (Christmas Eve) is my rest day. I'll find time to workout tomorrow." It's day 78 of a 90 day challenge. I haven't missed a day yet, and I won't start now just because it's a holiday and might be harder to find 20 minutes to myself.
The thing is, when I did these challenges in the past, I would skip a day because "it's a holiday," or "Hubby's home and I don't like to workout when he's here," or "we've been running around all day. That counts as cardio," or "I'm sick. I'll workout when I'm feeling better," or my all time favorite "I'm still sore from yesterday. Not today." I had all the excuses and reasons in the world and I never accomplished much. Rarely saw any change and never finished a challenge. When I started this challenge 11 weeks ago, 4 weeks post partum, I promised myself I wouldn't skip a day. Even if I felt like a big steaming pile of poop (like last week when I was sick), I would still get up and get moving. My reps were dismal and depressing, but I did it and I felt better and accomplished afterwards.
I'm doing this for me, but I'm also doing this for my kids. They are my motivation. Connor likes to fly. We were playing the other day and he would run and jump, tackle me, and I'd hold him over my head while he threw his arms out yelling "I'm flying!!" We did it over and over. He'd run, jump, I'd catch and he'd fly. I'd put him down and it would start again. I wouldn't have had the arm strength to play like that with him if it weren't for these workouts. I was weak before I started, and I'm by no means "buff" now, but I can hold my own with my kid and that's the goal. I can' help him fly and that's amazing. 11 weeks ago, I wouldn't have been able to.
This isn't just about completing a challenge, just to say that I did. This is about improving my strength and endurance so I can keep up with my kids. This is about changing my lifestyle so that I am able to play, run, jump, tackle, etc with my little boys. It's a completely new way of living and it takes 100% of my effort. I would have loved to go back to sleep after that 9am feeding. It's 11am on Christmas morning and all of my family is still asleep, while I sit here dripping in sweat. Instead, I got up and got my ass moving and I feel accomplished. I managed to find 25 minutes (because today is also an ab day) to get my workout in. Now I can sit back and watch my kids enjoy their Christmas morning. If they ever wake up, that is...