…is in the form of carrying both screaming and wailing 25lb+ toddlers up to the hotel desk at 11pm where the manager doesn’t care that the rooms are booked in your husband’s name, she gives you both keys at once and hastily indicates the elevator.
…is in the form of various “in the car” yoga poses such as, “Driving Toddler Feed” which involves stretching arm into the back and blindly finding hands or mouths to shove in Triscuits while maintaining control of the vehicle. Or “Passenger Double Hand Hold” where the passenger remains buckled but twists around to hold the hands of two crying toddlers until they fall asleep. Or the numerous variations of “Middle Console Balance” while adjusting the tablet, fetching sippy cups, and retrieving toys.
…is in the form of chasing a one year old away from the moving van ramp and a two year old down the hotel hallway.
…is in perfecting the gas station “Snatch and Potty” every time “PEE PEE!” is yelled from the backseat.
…is in the necessary gymnastics required so sleep (ha!) in the same bed with an exhausted, squirmy two year old without letting him-or you-fall out.
And then, of course, the sheer amount of boxes, and furniture, and bags, and things that needed lifting, and setting down, and picking up again, and slid, and pushed, and pulled, and moved, and…buh.
Needless to say, formal exercise did NOT happen over the past week. Tonight marks one week and a day from my last workout, and my first workout in our new home 20+ hours away from the old one.
And clean eating went out the window for the past week as well, and my stomach was a knotted ball of stress the entire time so anything I did manage to eat threatened to come back up. It’s been a rough week.
All that to say, tonight I did the Isometric p90x3 workout. I didn’t want to. At. All. But you guys made me. I couldn’t write about how important exercise is and then flake out. So I did it, and I feel so much better. It was something just for me, completely separate from the move, and gosh darn if it didn’t work out some of those stiff and sore muscles from lifting/carrying/rearranging. So. I’m baaaaccck. Hopefully more posts will follow shortly. 🙂