I work out.

I work out.


I have always thought of myself as someone who is very active, loves to be adventurous, and likes a good butt kicking (so I can brag about how badass I am) so I was a little shocked to step on the scale two years ago to discover that I was officially in the “overweight” BMI category. EEeeek. I used to be one of those people who when a crazy winter storm came rolling in and the ski areas had closed some of their lifts because it’s too damn cold, would hike up to the top of the mountain with my friends and snowboard down. I rode my bike from the top of NH to the bottom in three days and did karate for a number of years (full discloser, I was a green belt so it’s not like I was a ninja or something). I haven’t done an Ironman or anything, but far from lazy so I guess that’s pretty badass, right?

Well – then I got married and had a baby. Not to make excuses or whatever, but things just get a little more difficult to manage, and sometimes babies don’t like extreme weather conditions, so I had a hard time finding something that was fun and would work with my new lifestyle.

Last year something magical happened. Enter Storms Fitness, a gym which opened up right down the street from my house. Now I call myself a badass because I wake up at 5:15 every morning to get my butt to spin class. So I’m pretty much obsessed with spin now. I’ve always enjoyed cycling, so I think it’s a natural fit, but just because you can ride a bike doesn’t mean you will enjoy spin class. It’s also the music and the people and my instructor that all motivate me to get there. So now my problem is that I’m turning into a gym rat. It’s scheduled on my calendar every day, I even go on the weekends before I do anything else and I find myself texting with my instructor about upcoming classes and the torture she is about the throw down. I’m pretty happy to be at this point where fitness is a regular part of my life again, and it doesn’t hurt that I’ve gone back to the size jeans I wore in college. But I still look back on the last few years and wonder how it so quickly got out of control – that I made excuses all the time. Many valid, others just reasons to put it off. Time being the biggest excuse and now I find time 7 days a week. Funny what happens when you make something a priority.

When I moved to Tooky a few years ago, a BFF of mine was one of the biggest motivators to get me to the gym (it took a while for it to happen, but she’s the reason it happened). She went to the gym every morning, she was always concocting healthy meals and she was always trying to get me to make a plan to work out. I finally did, and now I’m repaying the favor. She had a baby a few months ago and I signed her up for an 8 week spin class with me on Sunday mornings. I wish someone had done this with me when I first had Blake, instead it took me two years to get back in shape. So look out Tooky, because these two momma’s are taking the place by storm. (get it. b/c we go to Storms Fitness. omg. I’m a dork.)

So where do you work out? How do you stay motivated? What is your favorite work out song? Can you do a 7 minute plank?