My 31-year-old husband–or, as I like to refer to him, my college boy–is beginning his sophomore year of his second bachelor’s degree. He started class yesterday, leaving me with an abundance of free time to kill.
During the times I’m home, this leaves me about three options:
1. Sit on the couch and watch TV/waste time online.
2. Catch up on photo albums, try cooking new dishes, study for a certification, organize my closet, etc. (a productive hobby or task, in other words).
3. Work out.
All too often, I find myself doing the first item on that list. I’m tired after a busy day at work and a long commute, and I just want to crash. But I almost always regret spending my night that way. I’d feel so much better if I LIVED my evening, rather than simply passing the time.
With Jon starting a new semester, this is my chance to perform some work on my routine and make sure it’s working for me. I’d like to spend two of those days working out, one on hobbies and one doing whatever I feel like at the time–even if it IS watching Sex and the City reruns.
Tomorrow begins workout day 1. I’ll either be running for 30 minutes or doing Insanity, and I will report back here to hold myself accountable.
In the meantime, it’s time to get back to Sarah Jessica Parker and the gang! (Apparently I need to slooowly ease myself into this new routine.)
P.S. You’d think an obvious fourth item on the list would be walking my dogs or playing with them in the yard. Yes, that would be nice. But they tend to take ME for a walk, and I’ve never walked both together since one time a year ago, when they saw another dog, bolted and got loose. As for the yard? We have a toad infestation…seriously, they’re everywhere–and the dogs like to eat them. And then trip out on the froggy acid, a la Homer Simpson.
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