Last year, one of my very best friends begged me to join a gym. I laughed at her and of course, said no way was I going to embarrass myself working out, let alone step foot in a gym. Plus, I didn't have any free time. And if I did, why on earth would I spend it exercising?
As the months went by, I watched my friend change.
Her attitude. Her patience. Her overall happiness. Not to mention her waist.
I wondered if she was on to something.
And honestly, I wasn't in a very good place mentally, emotionally, or physically.
I was constantly in a battle with Evie's tantrums. My kids were running me ragged. I was tired all the time. Not I need a catnap tired, but deep to the core of your bones I can't imagine taking another step tired. My back went into spasms, my shoulder ached, I had put on weight. There were days I wanted to cry all the time.
Finally in December, I agreed to go with my friend. And I stayed there for exactly 28 minutes--because I had read somewhere that 28 minutes on a treadmill was all you needed for a good workout. And truthfully that was all I could muster.
The next morning, my legs ached like I'd just run the Chicago marathon.
But I wanted more.
It became my every day escape.
Over time, I started to notice the changes. I had more energy, more patience, and my back didn't hurt anymore.
And I was happier. And I think a better mom.
Are you up for a challenge? Start small. 28 minutes. That's it. And start walking. Stay tuned and I'll tell you how I worked up to over an hour of exercise a day.
That first 28 minutes will be the best gift you can give yourself.