I don’t know how many times I told myself, or thought about working out AGAIN…..but let’s be honest here…it was never going to happen. The last time that I ever worked out is when I spent way too much money on one of those body builder programs. It lasted literally a month, because I mentally and physically couldn’t get through a workout. Why you ask? SURPRISE! I was pregnant and had absolutely no idea until I couldn’t keep up with the workouts I was previously doing the month before. That month that I worked out though…man that was probably the best I had felt in a long time about myself. Seriously in really great shape. Then bam! Mister Heath decided to throw a wrench in that plan. I am not mad about that though. I don’t know what I would do without my blue eyed boy. He is 2 1/2 now and for the past 4 months I have been telling myself that I need to start working out again. It’s not because I am not happy with how I look, because really after having four kids and not doing much when it comes to activities and working out I am happy with how I look. I just want to get in shape again. I don’t want to be completely out of breath walking up stairs or last longer in playing sports with the kiddos or just playing with them in general. I want to gain that strength back in my arms, legs, and abdomen. If I end up dropping a few pounds I won’t complain about it. I finally started it back up. I am going on day 4 now and honestly I look forward to when I get to squeeze a quick one in! I am not going all out, but I am just getting my body moving in ways that is hasn’t in a long time. Just doing my own thing and trying to get back into a routine of it all. I mean what’s one more thing to add into my chaos schedule.