I'm Outtie.

So as all of the lovers know, I try my hardest to exercise often.  My ideal exercise would be playing team sports, but I am nearing forty and you don't find too many of the Stay at/ Work from Home Mommies battling it out on the hockey field.  Most of my kind have taking up running or the culinary arts or the dreaded....crafts.  Running is too monotonous for me, I do love to cook for meals every so often but since half of my down time is trying to figure out how to throw away the five billion pieces of "crafts" my kids lovingly deliver to me without traumatizing them into years on the psych couch, crafts are a no go.

So I try the classes which are fun but they last an hour.  An hour is, like, too long for mama.  First of all, I only get the childcare at the Y for two hours so if I want to do any work with the littlest muffin out of my hair, I am cutting it short.  Also since the classes entail an instructor usually barking out instructions, punches, kicks, jabs (body combat) steps (dance and zumba) I find myself being able to really pay attention for about 30 minutes and then my mind starts wandering and I realize the whole crowd is moving one way while I have sat down and started taking of my toenail polish or something.

So then today when this happened at the thirty minute mark. I sort of realized, why am I still trying?  I have put in my 20 - 30 minutes of exercise for the day.  I don't need to put in any more, by fitness standards.  The only reason I stay is because I feel like walking out in the middle of the class is rude or peeps will be like, what happened to that chick?  Then I realized, um hello, I do not care.  Laters. (I'm outtie.)

So that's my new plan.  Some exercise is better than laying in bed having other people shove tastykakes into my mouth cause I am too lazy to lift my arms, right?

Though that sounds like something I might do directly afterwards.  As a reward for exercising. Duh.