I Couldn’t Find Time to Work Out, So I Got Creative

Yeah, yeah, everyone struggles to work out. Make it a priority and the time will make itself clear, they say. Put yourself first, they say. Because I know someone will say that *of course* I had time, I shall provide you with my schedule.

6-7:00 AM, get myself and three kids ready for school, drive to work

7:00 AM-3:30 PM, work

3:30-4:45 PM, kid pickup

4:45-6:30 PM homework & simultaneous dinner making

6:30-8:00 PM dinner/bath/bedtime

8:00-11:00 PM second job/cleanup/attempt to spend time with husband

11:00 PM-6:00 AM attempt to sleep

I swear I tried to squeeze it in somewhere between dinner and breaking up the nightly baker’s dozen screechy twin fights, but I failed. I like to run but I’m not a fan of running in the dark. I live in an old raised house and true story, the drywall cracked the time I tried to do a P90X video with a jumping sequence. I can barely walk across the house without the threat of the creaky floor waking a sleeping kid, let alone do a Jillian Michael’s video. A gym membership would leave me with the hours of 5-6AM, and I would surely wake everyone up leaving the house. Sound like excuses? Maybe they are.

I refuse to compromise on some things, like a from-scratch healthy(ish) meal. As much as I would like to go down to just one job, it’s not an option right now. I’m constantly burning the candle at both ends and not having some sort of anxiety/frustration outlet doesn’t help. I got tired of feeling the way I was feeling, and tired of feeling frustrated with the lack of hours in a day. So I did what any native New Orleanian girl with a deep love for music would do.

A couple of Mondays ago, I set Big Freedia Radio as my Pandora station, and I started dancing in my kitchen while I made dinner and juggled homework. Laugh if you must, but if you can listen to that station without finding yourself doing at least a little subconscious shimmy, then I’m not sure we can be friends.

But for real. Five days in a row, I got 40+ active minutes in (that’s 40+ minutes with a heart rate in the fat burn or cardio zone) and I met my step goal of 10,000 every day of the week for the first time since we stomped all over Disneyworld. I now know that I can cut onions while dancing in place, stir a roux while doing some hip circles, and assist with Common Core math homework as I march. I’m pretty impressed with myself, and not just because I didn’t cut off a finger or burn myself in the process.

So I guess everyone was right. I *did* find the time, in the most unexpected of places. I’m feeling healthier, more accomplished, and less anxious. As a bonus, I get to embarrass my children. Y’all get back now, it’s dinner prep dance party time.

Lindsay
Lindsay is a native New Orleanian, displaced only by her years at Mississippi State, where she earned a B.S. in Wildlife and Fisheries and a minor in English. She came home shortly after Katrina, to work as a zookeeper and be a part of the rebuilding of her beloved city. She dragged her husband Drake, a Tennessee native, along with her. Their son Bennett joined the family in 2010, and in 2014 they welcomed identical twin girls, Genevieve and Kellen Clair. She now works full time as an Environmental Scientist and part-time as NOM’s resident Jill of All Trades. Powered by espresso, cake, and craft beer, her happy place is on a beach or in the woods. Need to identify a plant, tree, or animal? Lindsay’s a wealth of random knowledge. She loves to cook and sprinkle a little glitter on everything.

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