I found my workout people! Total Body Sculpt with Gilad. Oh yeah! I love it! I’m motivated! Today’s morning workout included a warm up, some hand weights, and we targeted the lower body, abs, and upper body. WOW! Honest to goodness, I might not be able to lift a cup of coffee tomorrow, but I’m downing the water and I cooled down with some extra stretching, so I think I’m good to go.
LOL I just read what I wrote and had to laugh at myself. Of course it targeted the lower body, abs and upper body… it’s a total body workout. DUH lol I have to be honest, I have a variety of weights, but I’m only using the light weights right now. I won’t worry about that right now. I’m so happy I found something I can do and enjoy.
Sooooo… some days are better than others. Today was extremely stressful. I could have been online catching up with my bloggie buddies, but I chose to raid the fridge instead. I could have gone on a walk… walked right away from the stress at home. But I didn’t. I could have called a friend… blah blah! I could have done a lot of things. But I didn’t. I sat here doing absolutely nothing. Nothing at all.
Now I’m trying to figure out why I react like this when I’m stressed. It’s a vicious cycle. I stress… I eat…. then I stess because I ate… then I eat some more. Why oh why?
I’m a stay at home mom. I use to take pride in my homekeeping skills. My home was spotless. My life was organized. Not very often I’d have an off day. That would be the day DH would come home and ask what I did all day long….
Whoa. I’d be like… did I just hear what I thought I heard?
Sure enough. He actually had the nerve to ask what I’d done all day. The first few years if that happened, I took my anger out by cleaning house, organizing drawers, deep… deep cleaning. Then things happened in our life and he’d say something about my lack of abilities to keep a clean home or my parenting skills and I rebelled against him. Well… let me tell ya, that’s not a good reaction. It’s self defeating. It didn’t take just a few short months and my house was a disaster. I’m still having a hard time keeping it as neat and organized as it use to be.
This is the same reaction I have when it comes to me… taking care of me. I thought I was through with the negative reactions. I thought I was through the self defeating actions. What good does it do me to sit on my butt doing nothing. What good does it do me to raid the fridge? If I give up on my homekeeping…. if I give up on me… he wins. Is that what I want?
I know I can over come this. Tomorrow is a new day…