Time for Tabata

This past week marks the first time I have worked out since July 2013.  I have an excuse; at least for the first 9 months of my 17 month sabbatical.  I was pregnant with my son, and for numerous reasons, was advised not to exercise.  However, for the remaining 8 months each day was accompanied by a new excuse. “The baby was up 3 times last night,” “I ran out of coffee and I can only work out when I drink caffeine” (never mind the 24 pack of Diet Coke in the fridge), or my go-to, “I need to clean the house.” (Because, that takes at least 5 hours.) Well, sometimes it does but that’s not the point.  The point is that everyone knows the best clothes of the year come out in the spring, which means I’ve got roughly 4 months and 20lbs standing between me and a pair of seafoam dyed skinny jeans.

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Take Time to Make Time

“I’M UP”!

I haven’t used an alarm clock in 4 years and 310 days.  I no longer need one because my four- year-old daughter makes certain that I rise between 5:15am-5:54 am daily.  The day we brought her home I told myself I’d get used to it.

You never get used to it.

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