For the last few months, I have been trying to exercise regularly. And I've been doing pretty good, other than those special weeks of the month, where it is difficult to just get out of bed, if you know what I mean. I have felt better, and even if I haven't lost weight (I haven't weighed myself in a while) it is a good thing to exercise. I'm just getting bored with it. If I got up early enough I could go to the track by myself, and walk and walk and walk. If I would get over to the housing office, I could get a pass into the neighborhood centers small exercise area, and I could use their treadmills while the kids played in the playroom. If I had a bigger house, I would buy my own darn treadmill and watch my Dancing with the Stars while I exercise. Maybe I just need to get myself an MP3 player. I like my dance DVD, but I'm getting a little bored with it. I don't have enough different DVD's to change it up enough. We have a very good exercise bike, but it is made for training for actually riding a real bike the way real bike racers do. Which is not what I need. Plus, I have such a short torso and such long legs, it doesn't work well for me anyway. I have to sit straight up when I ride it, which is a delicate balancing act. So, I need to find a solution. Today it wouldn't have mattered how early I got up to exercise, or if I had tried to do it while Matt was home, because he got a call this morning at 5am to go into work. He was on call from 7am to 7am for the first time, and I was surprised there wasn't a call earlier. So, yeah, not getting up before 5am just to exercise. I do have a double jogger, but pushing 80 pounds of kid just isn't fun. (Andrew weighs over 50 now) Maybe today I will brainstorm and see what other options I have, and what Matt is willing to work with me on.
This is my blog. I write about being a military wife. Which is pretty much the same as other wives. Except when my husband leaves, it isn't for a week long business trip. Sometimes I write about regular stuff. Sometimes I don't. But hey, this is me. :)
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