It’s been a rough couple of years child bearing and rearing so I haven’t had the time (uh, energy, emotional or physical wherewithal or just flat out motivation) to step foot in a gym (or go downstairs and workout in my home gym). Excuses range from why would I get in shape when I am just going to wreck my body getting pregnant again? To the actual fact that O cries hysterically every time I even mention going to the gym.

Recently however, I have seen all these transformation posts on Instagram and I’ve decided it’s time to get my pancake butt in gear. So I joined this 21 day fitness challenge group and it’s pretty awesome. We have to report to the group on our workouts so it makes us somewhat accountable, we have to do meal planning and we are all doing the same dvd workout series together so we are all suffering equally. The workout series we’ve been directed to follow is called Insanity and it’s literally named that because you have to be some sort of insane freak of nature to keep up with the people in these videos. It’s a total whirlwind of throwing your body around and jumping and squatting and running and all this other crap that seems easy but at 100mph for the full 45 minutes it’s straight insane. Ahhhhhh-haaaaa. Today’s my fourth day and I am so proud of myself. Although I do it alone now because C was laughing so hard at me during the first video it was a distraction. He said I wasn’t doing anything they were doing. It doesn’t matter though because whatever I was doing was killing me too. During the workouts all I hear is the thumping of my own heart in my ears and I don’t see anything because my eyes are usually closed and I pant harder than an old dog tied to a tree on a hot summer day. But whatever. I am really trying to get looking pre-baby before Memorial Day and at this rate it just might happen. And that is totally insane.