In this previous post I had said that I would update any reader who happened to be interested in how the first week of this whole work-out-accountability experiment went.
Simply put -- it went well.
Monday morning I got myself out of bed only because I knew I'd have to confess to being a lazy donkey butt in the evening if I didn't. I ended up not sticking to my initial plan for the week primarily because the 100+ degree heat here just painfully limits one's ability to walk at any time other than 6AM. So that being said, my good ol' former roomie and accountability partner, Chelsea, introduced me to HIIT -- high intensity interval training.
Whew! Just plain whew! That's all I got to say about that.
(Oh, and when I do jumping jacks here on our second floor apartment the bookshelves start to rattle and I've woken up Sebastian.)
These HIIT workouts are really good for when the baby is only sleeping in 20 minute intervals and you've GOT to do something to get yourself to move, but a long yoga workout just isn't possible. Just research HIIT and you'll see tons of options pop up. Chelsea told me to look up The Purely Twins on YouTube for some workouts. I've just recently started seeing their faces popping up on the Pinterest exercise boards, so I'll probably check them out at some point this week.
Ultimately, not ever day has given me what most could call a good workout, but 5 days out of this past week I moved more than I would've otherwise. In fact, by the end of this week, after all the wall sits, lunges, sit ups, downward facing dogs, plank poses, warriors one, two, and three, etc., Sebastian suddenly felt twice as heavy, my stairs seemed twice as high, and sitting up in bed took a good bit more effort. But it really was a rewarding feeling, and so much better than what I had been feeling ... sloth-like.
It wasn't without its frustrations, for sure. For instance, I got in a good 70 minute yoga class thanks to doyogawithme.com, but I had to stop it about four times to go put the wee one back to sleep. Yet it still ended up looking like this for the final seven minutes that I could squeeze in before he had a meltdown with I-hate-tummy-time vengeance.
This accountability week number deux is starting late because workout buddy ol' pal, Chelsea, actually came in town for the weekend which was maaarvelous but more on that in a later post. We're going at it for week two, but this time another one of the old roommates, Elizabeth, is hopping on board all the way from D.C. So we've got some triple accountability going on here. I better not blow it.