The First Time is the Hardest


I’ve been meaning to make working out more of a priority.

It’s been on my radar, I know I need to start moving again, I know it will help me feel better. But for whatever reason, I haven’t been able to make it happen.

I haven’t worked out since before being pregnant with the babies and I’ve never worked out in our new home.

But, with this challenge, now I guess I have to. Eh.


It’s so hard to just get started.

And of course, there are other excuses…

I don’t have any good videos, or apps, or whatever people are doing now, I’ve got nothing to wear, and on and on…

So instead of tackling these things, I tried to convince myself that a couple of squats with Owen on my hip had to count as working out.

Or gardening?! Yes! Gardening must count!


But after the Owen-squats and the gardening, of course I wasn’t feeling that “good sore” or like I had even given this challenge the old college try.

So I decided to take the time to figure out how to do this thing right.

First I tried to find the right space…

Although we have a basement, I feel like our newly carpeted attic—with its skylights and lack of baby stuff thrown around—was calling my name.


The only problem is that there is no real door, just a staircase to the downstairs where people are waiting to ask me for snacks and greet me with poopy diapers.


But after telling my oldest daughter I had to go to an appointment and turning on some loud music, I found myself is a state of semi-peace.


Next on the list: what to wear.

I dove into my workout drawer and was immediately overwhelmed with a million things that were too small.

I seriously considered putting on some pregnancy workout clothes, but settled on the one pair of pants I knew wouldn’t be a constant reminder that I’m not the size I used to be.

A sports bra was even harder to find. How can I have this many different sized bras and none that currently fit?

This hot pink one that digs into my neck would have to work.


Now…what the hell am I suppose to do?

Luckily when Damaris posed this question on Instagram, you guys gave some good suggestions. And because I have seen the fitness site obé a couple of times now, I decided to give it a go. Seven-Day Free Trial, here I come ($27.99 a month after that).


I was happy to see that everything is well-shot, clear, and easy to follow. There are a lot of choices but they’re pretty easy to navigate. I decided to ease my way in with a 10-minute yoga session.




After wanting to throw my computer because it wouldn’t load, I finally downloaded my 10 minutes and desperately searched for my long-lost zen.



I felt like I was 100 years old, and the teacher talks a little too much, but I ignored my creaky knees and lack of patience and tried to be there, in that moment—just 10 minutes to focus, to breath.


And finally, during those 10 minutes, I felt for the first time in a long time like my day time wasn’t just racing past. Everything slowed and I could feel my mood shift. I started thinking about fun things we could do when my husband got home. I thought about how simply beautiful it is today.


I have found myself frustrated recently, feeling like days go whizzing by and I’m not sure what I accomplished or what happened. I’ve been trying to somehow procure more blocks of time with my kids, for work, and to truly finish projects so I can reflect and feel like shit got done.


When I finished the workout, I realized that at the end of the day, I would think of this 10 minutes as an accomplishment. I knew I would feel satisfied and happy with this event in my day. Mentally that is very important for me. And it took only 10 minutes (plus the 2 hours to set it up)!





And now that I’ve done it once, the rest of the week was so much easier. I (pretty much) mastered the set-up, and I started finding some of my favorite videos and saving them. And now that I’ve been doing this for a week, I truly feel like it’s shifting my mood and making my well of patience that much deeper.



My abs still feel like jelly, my knees still creak, and those workout clothes still don’t fit. But it’s a start. And though I would love to get out of the house and do a 2 hour yoga class, this is something that is actually attainable for me, so I’m super happy Terra gave me the push. I may seriously have never gotten started otherwise.



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