Fighting Gravity

So, on another note, I'm an exercise whore. The last ten LBs from Izzy never left, and those same ten are still here from Becks. I've been working out since he was 3 months - actually still in the SAME JEANS from when he was 3 months- things have just shifted a little.

But anyway, I 've gone on and on about Jazzercise (this time last year), yoga, pilates and spin class. I've pushed 60 lbs. in a double stroller, played raquetball, swimming, and tried the "no exercise method" in January. Tonight, I did a Body Combat class, right after 20 minutes of road rage thru 5:30 traffic, and it was totally cathartic, and unbelieveable. I think maybe it's my blood type or something, but that kind of aggressive exercise really does it for me. But I do love yoga too, and it's the one thing (partly because of the OM tattooed on me forever) that I'll never let go. I'll never let you go, yoga.

So anyway, I realize that, after 2 babies, nothing is going back easily, and definitely not after just 20 minutes of treadmill walking 3 times a week, which was what kept me in shape in my 20s. Those days are over. So, if being a ho is what I must do, it's what I must do. Back then, it never really mattered half as much as now, when I see how far down the body can go. Far, far down. Raise it up! I say. I'm fighting gravity, and determined to love every minute of it.

To all the non-Angelinas an Tori's out there, what's your secret? or struggle?

Tomorrow, join me for One Word Monday.
~R