Welp, I did a workout this morning. My trainer friend, Heather, came up with a circuit for me. I’ll be honest, I was tired after the warmup and wondering if I’m even the kind of person who should be doing this. Your mind starts to try to trick you. Suddenly I was thinking, so you’re not athletic. So what? Some people are just big. You really don’t have to do this. But I didn’t stop. Not when everything hurt like hell (I’ve never done burpees before. What evil person came up with those?), not when Avery was throwing Cheerios at me or shoving snacks into the couch, and not when I had to stop for water or refill her sippy cup. I dodged the pets who find my yoga mat super comfy for some reason. I finished it and it seemed to take forever. I’m so out of shape that just getting down on the floor and back up in itself is tiring. But that’s cool. That’s where I am. No sense beating myself up over that at this point. I moved and sweated today and forced myself to step out of my comfort zone and do hard things. So, go me. 6 exercises, 4 rounds. No help from the peanut gallery.