What Shaun T taught me…

What Shaun T taught me this week is…I’m out of shape.  I’m not a big person, so you might falsley assume that I am in shape…I am not though.  I have run a half marathon before.  I used to run 4 miles and then practice with the Ga. Force cheerleaders for 3 hours.  I used to be able to run my hilly neighborhood pushing a stroller.  Today, I had to follow the modified demonstration on Shaun T’s T25 workout.  This is sad news to me, but you know what- it is what it is.  At least I’m getting back on the workout train.  I truly believe that exercise is important for everyone and should be worked into everyone’s daily routine, but I also understand how it can drop on the priority list…especially for moms.  I think it is so easy for moms to put themselves and their needs on the bottom of the totem pole, but we need to carve out time for ourselves so we can be the best mom and wife (yes, our husband needs some attention too) we can be.

I start round 3 of chemo tomorrow, and I feel good.  I’m not looking forward to round 3, but I do think that if I can get exercise back in my life then it will only help.  It can’t hurt, right?!  Plus, taking all these drugs can wear you down, so I want to look as good as I possibly can.  I don’t want to look “sick” if I can help it.  I don’t want people to look at me with the sad, shocked eyes when they say, “Wow!  You look (surprisingly) good!”  When people hear all that I’m going through, they expect me to look rough.  I’m happy to say that I don’t.  Everyone has a different story when they have to face cancer, and I’m SO thankful that mine is manageable…even if it turns into an even bigger roller coaster, I’m glad to be on the kiddy ride at the moment.

I was going to post you a picture of me after I’d worked out and was beet red and sweaty, but then thought, “who the heck wants to see that?!  NO ONE!”  I’m also not going to post a selfie of me holding a Shaun T DVD to promote it….because again, who wants to see that?!  No one!  Now my 18 month old is tapping his diaper saying “poop-poop,” so duty calls (or should I say, doody calls).  Ahhh…the life of a mother!

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