I started this blog because I wanted some sort of journal. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but I thought I’d have something to say each day. It’s much harder than I thought. Finding the time to write, coming up with a topic to write about and actually sitting down to do it takes some effort.

Speaking of not having the time. It’s past bedtime for me. It’s Sunday night and I usually try to get to bed by 10:30 so that I can get up for a workout by 5:30am. Working out in the morning seems to work really well for me. Besides not getting enough sleeps, I don’t have many other excuses to throw out to skip a workout. If I wait until the end of the day, I have so many more reasons (kids need dinner, exhausted, homework time etc etc) to bag the workout.

Working out was never my “thing”. It was always a necessity. It still is a necessity, but it’s also become a part of me. Now, if I skip a morning workout, my whole day is off and I lament the fact that I just gave up and slept in. Knowing that the sleeping in wasn’t even quality sleep makes it worst. Now, if I slept in by mistake and was in a deep comatose type of sleep, that’s different.  But my day isn’t right without that morning workout and I will try really hard to have a workout later that day (not always successful).

Now it’s time to close up shop so I can start the week off right with a good dose of P90X and my buddy Tony to keep me company in the pre-dawn hours. G’night.

It’s Monday morning again and as I sit at my desk at work, I realize what a morning I’ve already had.

Wake up, workout, make lunches, get showered and dressed, make sure girls are dressed, rush through breakfast, rush some more to get them in the car. Race down the highway to get to school on time. Give up in traffic and park a block or so away. Walk then start to run in skirt and heels with 3.5yr old on hip (otherwise, little legs can’t keep up) panting and legs burning from exertion just so we can make it to class before the tardy bell rings. Kiss big girl goodbye and wish her a happy and fun day.

Back to car to drop off little one. This time, not so much of a hassle as no bell haunts me with the dreaded pink slips. Give her hug and a kiss, then another kiss and say bye-bye. Get back in my car, take a deep breath, get a drink my almost cold coffee.

It’s 8:15am and now, it’s time to be my professional self and drive to work.

My hubby Phil did a huge re-org in the garage to make more room for “my gym”. We’ve got a 2-car garage that had just enough room for 1 car to be parked because the walls were lined with gorilla racks filled with file boxes, bins with seasonal decorations, old books, crap and more crap. Buried within the 2nd bay of the garage was a little space for working out.

He took stuff to a shared storage unit (all my old files), rearranged all the gorilla racks and cabinets to make more room and gave away or donated the rest. He organized everything so that things weren’t just shoved into places, but were logically located and had easy access for use (if they’ll ever get used again, another topic altogether).

In the end, there was space for the car to park and a whole side of the garage became the gym. I call it “my gym” because I complained most loudly about the lack of space to workout.

We’ve been working out in the garage for well over a year now, but it was always cramped and cluttered. I think  he just got tired of hearing me complain about it or, more likely, he got tired of using the same cramped space and did something about it.

This makes me really look forward to and enjoy my workouts. Great way for me to keep my workout/health promise to myself.