Soap me up, Scotty…

Day 2 of exercises from the DVD with skinny, happy people telling me to lift that leg higher, reach that much further, and bend down to touch my what…?

I’m not lying when I say that the DVD is kicking my ass.  My entire body HURTS, including several places that I didn’t realize I still had.  After 30 minutes of squatting, stretching, lunging, and pushups (YES, I did 4).  And, after that, I did a 15-minute stretch session because, let’s face it, I haven’t had a reason to touch my toes in a long time.  (That’s what I had kids for, right?)  I need a little more limber in my life… so I did the stretches. 

This morning, I tried to get out of bed at 7:30, but ended up laying there til about 8am.  I wanted to do this earlier so that I can quiet time to myself, however, that didn’t happen.  My youngest, who is 5, normally needs to be DRAAAAGGED out of bed in the morning (inclusive of the “kicking and screaming” thing), however, ever since school has ended, the child is up as soon as he HEARS my alarm clock.  He’ll stand outside of my room (even if the door’s open), until I swing my legs out of bed and go for the alarm clock.  Then it’s “Mommy, can I go in my pool?”

His pool is an 8′x4′ blow up that has maybe 1-1/2 to 2′ of water in it.  As of yesterday, the water is laden with dead bugs and grass with smatherings of little pebbles and dirt from his constant in-and-out.  I’ll have him strain the yucks out and by the weekend, my husband will scrub the pool out and refill it.  This is our routine.  Sad, I know, but it’s a routine nonetheless.

“Not today,” I said.  Whenever *I* say “no,” I am greeted with mean-5-year-old-ness.  Kicking, screaming, throwing of his hand… and it never turns out happy in the end.  He gets to sit on the couch, or worse case scenario– his bed, until he’s no longer trying to beat someone up.  Then, there’s no pool for the remainder of the week, and I end up emptying it and hanging it over the deck railing.  (That was last year, so here’s to hoping that THIS summer will be different.  But, looking at his brothers and their “we’re SO bored” mentality, I have a feeling nothing will be different.)

Not today because it’s 70 degrees outside (WHOOOPIEEEE!!!!)… and will not climb (supposedly) above 77 for the remainder of the week.  With nights in the 40s (YES, I’m NOT kidding), the pool water will be too cold.  So, he’ll have to wait to see if it warms up today.

(Did I mention that I’m hurting?  I need to shower so that I can feel less funky and more functional.)

(By the way, I refuse to take their supplements.  First of all, it smells like horse crap and cat food mixed together.  Second, they are bigger than my fist.  How do they expect people to swallow shit like that?  Third, I know that I’ll end up throwing them up.  So, why bother, right?)

(They say that their supplements increase weight loss by 30%.  I say, they increase their profit by 30% by pushing these on people, then automatically deducting the cost ($25) from their credit card monthly.)

(I do need to log onto their website-support thing… before they start charging me the monthly fee of $5.  As it is, my credit card has limited funds… do I really want to add more to it?  And, no, I didn’t jack up the card… we have ONE credit card… and my husband maxes it out using it for work stuff.  I usually rely upon it for Christmas, but I guess that won’t be happening anymore.)

Anyway, I hear kids upstairs moving around… and my muscles are starting to lock up and seize.  I need hot water and food.

I have more to tell you… but will have to wait til later.

For now… Ciao!