Why is it that every time I workout - I am so glad I did, but I am only able to do make time for it once a week lately?! I'll tell ya why, tacos, drinks, and hella mom guilt. Mexican food and margaritas are my kryptonite. It's my busy season as a tax preparer, and all I want to do after a 10 hour day is load up on carbs and wine until 9 pm lights out. I used to make fun of my mom (who is 5'2" and weighs about 14lbs... couldn't have passed that along?!) for being narcoleptic after 8 pm during this season each year, but now I know just how real that struggle is. What I need to start doing is get my overweight ass to the gym after work, and tell Las Palmas I'm taking a few months off. I think a little warning is only fair.
I love to workout at my boot camp! It is hard as hell, quick, has child care, and makes me feel like sporty spice every time. So why don't I go more? Because wanting something for yourself when you are a mom is an inner battle that can make you feel like the worst person ever. Like I have bitched about before, only giving a percentage of yourself to each thing in your life can wear down on ya.
I am using this post as a little accountability to take control of my health and fi'ness, and to take better care of me. Whether it means ham sandwiches for dinner for the kids one night so I don't have to cook two full on meals (because Lort knows that Hurricane Teagan will flip her highchair over if a green vegetable comes anywhere close!) or making them go to the day care at the gym for 45 minutes so mama can let off some steam.
Here's to all of my mama friends who want to lose the spare tire, love handles, and get their self confidence back. Let's do it! My goal is twenty lbs and I will only write about it again if I actually follow through and get healthy. Wish me luck! Chicken fingers are the bottom of my food pyramid, so this is going to be an adjustment. I'm replacing nachos and Cuervo with burpees and jump squats! #burnbootcamphereicome #muscles #fitness #salad #bebetter #lovethyself