Last year I had plenty of time to get to the gym and I loved it! Not at first, mind you, but over time, I began to feel deprived when I couldn't go. My weight-loss was on track and I was pretty dang happy about it. We milked dairy goats which is a great way to burn calories and I worked forty hours a week in town.
Then life changed! Five months ago, we sold the goats and started trying to recover from the financial disaster they left us in. I quickly realized I needed a second job, and shortly after that, it became painfully obvious even two jobs wasn't going to cut it. Sure, we could have sold everything we own and declared bankruptcy but neither my husband or I wanted to take that route.
So here I am working three jobs, totaling on average, ninety-one hours a week and I consider myself very fortunate indeed. Not only do the hours mesh perfectly, but only one of them keeps me on my feet all day, meaning I get some sitting time each day. I start work every morning at eight am and finish most nights at either ten or eleven. One of my jobs is an overnighter, but I'm allowed to sleep, so that works.
Seven days a week, with two days off a month. I'm not looking for sympathy. I'm the one who said, six years ago, "Hey, let's milk goats!"
My dear husband didn't think it was a good idea. He was right. It wasn't.
Yet, one problem remains. When the heck am I supposed to get to the gym? Let me say it again. I start at 8am every day except Wednesdays. I finish most nights at ten or eleven or I'm there overnight (at least once a week -- sometimes two or three times)
For sure, the gym opens at seven am but it closes at nine, and I have to do laundry and dishes at home sometime!
Next week, two of my adult children who still live at home are spreading their wings and flying about five miles away to rent an apartment together. This will leave me with two spare rooms!
So, here's the plan! Tucked away in different rooms in the house are a rowing machine, an elliptical machine, a stationary bike and a treadmill. I want to put them all downstairs in what was my son's bedroom and make myself a mini-gym! Then no-one can complain about not being able to hear the TV over the whine and whirring of the different equipment pieces and oh, did I mention that the treadmill bothers my daughter when she's trying to sleep downstairs. It is sitting right on top of her bedroom ceiling and it's usually midnight by the time I have time to jump on!
I am so excited! Once all the equipment is in the same place, I can get up a half hour earlier and work out! I can come home from work and spend fifteen or twenty minutes getting my body back into shape again. It's amazed me how quickly I lost tone after losing my gym time.
I feel very blessed that I am fit and healthy enough to be able to work. I am lucky beyond belief to have three jobs I love, looking after the elderly, and intellectually challenged people. My husband also puts in ten to twelve hour days and his work is physical and hard, as an electrical contractor. I am the lucky one.
So to everyone who thinks they can't find time to fit exercise into their busy schedule, try mine! Maybe we could swap? Or not. Maybe yours is even worse! Now, enough blog writing! Back to work! Keep sparking everyone!