5AM Workouts - G0 on the giggle scale (this blows)

Going from athlete to fat girl was fun. (this over a course of 20 years mind you) I got to drink alot (did I say alot - I should say a ton) eat (very bad habits here - Raviolis at 4AM - yum) and be merry. I could maintain or gain and didn't care much. I never obsessed about any of it as long as I didn't have to shop at Lane Bryant.

Then along came Michael. I had almost 10 months of I-can-eat-anything-I-want "freedom" because I was growing my parasite. The mid-wife warned me that it would be really tough to get rid of the fat later but I didn't believe her. I'd done it before and I felt giddy any way. I was having a baby - woohoo!

So now I want to be married and I can't eat or drink hardly anything. Going from fat girl to athlete or at least more atletically (my play on aesthetics for those of you who think I can't spell) pleasing to the eye sucks.

So we started this 5AM workout regimen - yes I'm that dedicated - hahahaha - more like stupid but let me go on. Brent is fantastic about it. He gets up religiously, runs a mad mile, pumps some iron, showers, has breakfast and runs off to work. I on the other hand slowly, creakily, saunter down the stairs, wait for the mad run to end unless I waited in bed of course, get in a leisurely 10-15 minute walk (sometimes I opt for the quick sprint), stretch my aching calves and back, do some arbitrary stretching, pump my 10lb weights for one or two reps, spin on the Red Dot (ultimately faking my ab workout), go upstairs, make breakfast, pack lunches, shower, fight with Michael to go to daycare and go to work. That is if I even get up. If I don't you can skip to the shower and the mad scramble to get lunches packed, boy dressed and out the door.

So we've been doing this for over a month. Brent looks fantastic and I gained weight I think anyway. AND I've been bitching about it the whole time and justifying my binge on chocolate as the whole effort being pointless. Until today. I don't know if I lost any weight (I think I broke the scale the last time I checked) but I feel great for the first time since we started. I feel like I want to go work out now.

I'm not expecting any miracles and I'm not going to say I'm going to give it my all and keep at it. However I will share with you that time when I flew off (ok take this one lightly - I'm not a beach ball) the end of that treadmill because I set it too fast and couldn't keep up or the time when I dropped that stupid 10lb weight on the edge of my shoe. Oh and my favorite...jiggling. I'll leave it at that and let you imagine - tastefully what I could possibly mean.

Until the next thought invades my brain...and causes a giggle to run down my back...