I can’t say I get into making new habits for the New Year, but I do feel like it’s a time for making goals. This year is the year that Jason and I pay off his business debt. That’s our number one goal. Considering it has been three years since he closed his business it seems time. (For those of you guaranteeing business debt personally, let this be a lesson to you. The business is closed and Jason still owes money.) Another goal we have is to finish the list we started for the house.
A personal goal I have is to get in shape. Henry is almost seven months old and although I keep a lot of weight on while nursing, it’s time to start exercising. I do some stuff at home, but only sporadically. It’s hard to keep yourself accountable at home especially when taking care of littles. I went and watched Noah do sparring at karate last week and it looked like fun. I toyed with the idea of doing karate too last Summer when Noah began, but I took Physics instead. I enjoy learning new things, so I thought I would give it a try. I went Monday and Tuesday night to the adult karate class and it kicked my butt.
I was really nervous. For one, I’m definitely out of shape. Yoga I can do, but this is like push-ups and kicks and stuff. You are also barefoot during class, which feels very vulnerable to me. I showed up and began doing what these other guys (besides the one other newbie) have been doing for months or years and I didn’t even recognize myself. (Of course you are standing in front of a mirror the whole time…) I’m heavier than I have ever been, weak and a bit uncoordinated. Being a mom doesn’t call for a lot of gracefulness unless you count avoiding projectile spit up or the mopping waltz. After the warm-up we began to learn what they call the curriculum. We started with Short Form 1. It is a series of moves showing four different blocks. I did pretty good, actually. I went back Tuesday night and did punches and kicks while the rest of the class sparred.
My body is screaming in protest today at walking or stairs, so I’m definitely getting a great workout, but the one drawback is the time. It’s from 6-7p Mon, Tues and Thurs evenings. That’s a crazy time at home and right in the middle of the dinner, bed, bath routine. I’m back at 7p, so in time to put Henry down and jump right back in and help with the kids, but it’s still too much to put on Jason. The other option would be to join our local gym. That’s still on me to actually go, but it’s a little more accountability than just workout videos at home. I took a tour today and will be trying it for the next month. They have a variety of classes and childcare, so as long as the kids are happy, I will be too.
Weather permitting, I’ll be taking my first class tomorrow. Spinning! I kinda want to try all of the classes to see what will work for me. After going to the testosterone-filled karate classes and showing them my feet, I can try anything.
I love reading what one word you hope will describe this year, so if you’re into that, mine is discipline. What’s yours?