My mom's stories about working out at home crack me up. I was so excited when she agreed to share some of her adventures for our blog this Mother's Day. Share with a mama who knows the struggle and enjoy! (Thanks Mama G for the laugh!)
I think to myself, that’s it! I am definitely going to start exercising tomorrow.
I’ll wait until my husband leaves and then I will get right to it.
I have my mat; I will just pull it out and do it.
That night, I ask my husband what time program the coffee pot to brew so I know what time he is leaving the next day so I can exercise.
The next morning the coffee pot starts brewing and I say to my husband, I thought that you had to leave early. He replies, “No I texted someone and told them I would be there later.”
Foiled! The rest of the morning my husband is on the phone trying to convince a subcontractor to do their job. Or something. I guess I will just run out and get some groceries.
Later that day, I have already given up. Maybe tomorrow. I think to myself, if my husband does not go out to the jobs, maybe I could just go in the other room and close the glass doors. I wish I had a curtain; anyone can look in and watch me. Okay, maybe that is what I will do. I continue to think. Oh, but I cannot get online with the TV in the living room. I guess I could use my old workout VCR tape. No, we got rid of the VCR in that room. Oh well, I guess I will just have to wait until he goes to work and workout in the family room.
I continue to think about my planned work out. What should I wear? I don’t like when the long pants roll up, and I like to be barefoot. I guess I could wear the pair I cut into capris. They hold my stomach in nicely. I guess I could just wear my comfy tee shirt. But I wish I had a comfortable bra. My bra is so uncomfortable, maybe I won’t wear one. But then I visualize my husband looking in on me in the family room working out without a bra on, and at my age, that isn’t pretty. Okay, I guess I could wear my new wire free lace bra… oh, but I don’t like the way it rubs my shoulders, and it is a racer back and the straps show. I have a sports bra but it is so tight and hard to get on…someone should invent a comfortable sports bra. Thinking about my workout, I will just roll my mat out of the carpet in the family room.
The next morning I decide to skip my coffee and just go exercise. Then I hear my husband say, I poured your coffee. I can’t turn it down, so I decide to have my coffee and then work out. I sit down to talk and have coffee with my husband. The next thing I know, it is late morning. I have got to get in the office and get some work done and by the end of the day. No work out. Later, I decide that maybe I should just go some place and take a few classes, just to get me back in the swing of things again. But lately, I don’t like going out on a regular basis and I would not know where to go or what class to take. Maybe I could go to that place where my daughter learned to teach, but no hot yoga, I am so hot already. I thought of a line I heard in a movie, an older woman in menopause said that she needs frozen yoga! I get it; I thought that was funny and told my daughter once, and she seriously told me how bad that would be. I still thought it was funny. I verbalize to my husband my thoughts about taking a few classes at a studio just to get me started and he freaks out because in his mind each class is $50 or $65. (I don’t know where he his information). I corrected him, but was not ready to go to debate over this one so I say; Nicole (our daughter) told me that I could find some great classes online, so I’m back to that. I decide to wear my planned workout outfit to bed so I am already dressed for my workout the next day. I try the coffee pot programming question again. 9:00 AM, yes! I am back on for tomorrow.
The next day, I wake up in my work out clothes, have coffee and patiently wait until he leaves for the jobsite. Yes! Here I go. He leaves, and I roll out my mat, turn on the TV and try to read the cheat sheet for going online with the TV. Oh, but I forgot the name of the class my daughter told me about. I just decide to pull out my old workout tape. I open the drawer and find my VCR tapes, but then see a DVD workout that I forgot that I bought. I re-program the TV from Smart TV to DVD, change the sound surround so that I can hear it. I hit play and start my workout. I am in the swing of it and the phone rings, it’s my daughter. I hit pause. I always try to take her calls. I decide to pour another cup of coffee while we talk. After our conversation, I get ready to hit play, wow, I’m hungry. I leave the DVD on pause and get a little piece of cheese and go back to the mat. Play… Wow, it is hard to see what the teacher is doing in this position, I stand up, hit pause and re-wind. Oh, okay now I see. I lay down with the remote now lying by my side so I can hit pause if I have to again. Play…okay roll like a ball and “on the last one, stand up.” Oh, I like rolling like a ball…but on the last one I can’t stand up, I laugh at myself. During my laugh, my cell phone rings, I run out in the kitchen to answer the call. It is my husband who is asking why I am so out of breath. I tell him that I had to run to get the phone. He needs something done right away for the business. I hang up and go back to the DVR and rewind it to just before the place where I left off and hit pause. I work in the office for the rest of the day. At some point, I realized that I left the TV/DVR on. I quickly turn it off so no one will know that I was working out in case I don’t stick with it again or it could be a surprise when I start looking good again. Several weeks later, I notice the dust collected on my mat. I dust it and tell myself, maybe tomorrow.