Week One- It’s Official

Well, it’s official. I type this tonight not because I don’t have anything else to do, but because nothing else on my body moves without pain. Only my fingers. Kidding, kidding!
Since this is my first “official” post, I’ll give a bit of background about myself and how I got here. This is Cindy’s Story (cue Lifetime movie music)
I am a mom (to an AWESOME 6 year old first grader), and a wife (to an absolutely fantastic man). In addition, I’m a full time realtor with ReMax Action, have a shop in the Shops at 5807 called MonkeyGrass, and a website to match- www.monkeygrassonline.com. I’m also very organized in school activities, and have other volunteer commitments as well. The only reason I say all of this is that these have all (to name a few) been reasons in the past to NOT make a commitment to take better care of myself. To NOT work out. To NOT eat right.
What I’ve realized this year (when I turned 40- yes, 40), is that, just like with so many things, there is never a perfect time. There is never going to be a time in my life when I have an extra hour or two in my day, or hardly in my week. If there were, I’d immediately fill it (usually not with exercise). I think I’m like a lot of people, and certainly like a lot of women (perhaps especially moms). We put everyone else before ourselves, then suddenly we wake up, realize we’re 40 (which I believe, by the way, is the age at which I thought I would magically have Gwen Stefani’s abs). Needless to say, no one is going to mistake me for Gwen, even in the dark!
So, I’m going full tilt Mama Boot Camp, baby, and so far, I’m hanging in there.
So, here we are. I don’t have time. I am stressed our, and I can surely come up with a million reasons not to do it, but where is that going to get me? At fifty, heavier, but with more likelihood for bad joints, arthritis, constantly finding a way to stay in shape, and having it just be that much hard. At 60- I don’t want to start having to get new joints. I like the ones I have, and I plan on keeping them. So where will the Mama Boot Camp take me- stay tuned, check back and see. Where’s it going to get me? Stop, and think too, about Where it could to get you?