Do you like to work out? You know. The kind of working out where you get all sweaty and stinky and sore the next day and....skinny.
Me too! (Still waiting for the skinny to happen. Food blogging is doing a real number on this old girls hips.)
And if the truth were to be told...I'm actually not so crazy about the sweaty and stinky and sore the next day. (If you like stinky....that's nice. Just keep it to yourself, I think you might be the only one.)
However....You know what I love?
Showing up at my local church with a bunch of other moms in old sweats and pony tails.
I love that some very talented ladies are willing to volunteer their time to lead us all in a bout of aerobics and weight lifting.
I love getting my groove on to Smooth Criminal.
I love dancing (and I use that term very loosely...this body tain't got much coordination) it up to All That Jazz. In my previous life I was a show girl...in my heart I just know it. I think I was really coordinated (and skinny) then.
I love pumping a little iron with other church goin' gals while we talk about life and dishes and laundry and the elementary school and husbands and our graceful dance skills.
I love watching my LittleTwinBoys run around the gym reenacting star wars scenes and killing bad guys with their light sabers.
I love seeing myself improve and get stronger.
No matter how tired or worn out or stressed or grumpy I am when I show up....I ALWAYS feel better when I leave.
Life gets clearer.
Big long TO-DO lists seem manageable.
And my hips stand a fighting chance for a little bit of shrinkage. That's a miracle in it's own right!
It's kind of funny what sweaty and stinky can do for a person.
