I Manifested

Well, just for 5 minutes.

As a family, we've had a membership to a family fitness facility for a long time now. The Cupcakes have taken swim, ballet, karate, basketball, tumbling and hubby lifts the weights. But for me, I have always watched the little ones performing and learning. I just did not want to work out. Some reason, some excuse kept me on the bleachers for 4 years. I liked it that way. But after having 5 babies back-to-back-- and now soon to be 6, I'm not exactly what I once was and want to be for many reasons. So I decided to finally put our family's money to use and take advantage of the facilities myself. I declared that I was going to start working out before I put on more pounds and before my body became more stiff with baby mass. BUT... when the day came to start my exercise schedule, I became an unleashed, uncontrollable, crazy manifested mean-y. All because I decided to do something that was so UN- ME. Work-out! My poor family had to see my ugly side. I stomped, crossed my arms and had a really stinky face. It was NOT pretty. I even told my husband I wasn't going. Awful isn't it? But the story always ends happily around here because of God's mercy, grace and love in my family. My side-kicks and team leader got me in the car and as everyone ran off to their activities, I did a very difficult thing--- I began to commit to a treadmill and spinning bike. Guess what? I LOVED IT! LOVED IT! Something that was so unthinkable is now something I look forward to. I'm even starting to go more than I originally planned! Don't worry-- I'm not becoming obsessed with working out; it just feels REALLY relaxing afterward and I've noticed that I'm sleeping way better during this pregnancy than my last one. Isn't it funny how these kind of things work-out? All that kicking and screaming over something that I ended up loving. Maybe I can remember that next time... Will you remind me?