Four hours a day x 30 days a month for a non-celebrity = CRAZY!

The main reason I made the life-altering decision to become a stay-at-home mom is, as we all know, Baby A, the love o' my life.

There were various other reasons, but at the top of the list was my health, which I've battled one issue or another for years. I've pretty much taken it in stride 'til now, but with my Baby Girl in my life, I have vowed to get well not only for my sake, but for hers too. My father died at the tender age of 39, and I've always feared that I would die an early death as well (morbid much?!). So as I approach that age (it won't be long now, e-gads!), I'm feeling the urgency to get on the wellness bandwagon, stat.

This week's appointment with my back specialist was a doozy. The past few appointments have been demonstrations in extreme pain, and this is supposed to be a pain management center, ha! But this week I was given a reprieve, no procedures, just homework. Homework? WTF?! For the next four weeks I am supposed to work out, I kid you not, four hours a day. Every freakin' day, for a month. Walk, swim, lift weights, yoga, whatever can take up four hours out of my day. Which is laughable because the first hour of my day is spent easing my body into walking, for real. I'm in so much pain every morning that it takes at least an hour before I'm mobile. Not to mention the fact that I'm just a regular Joe, er, Jane, not some hot-to-trot celebrity who hires people to do all the "normal" stuff we "normal" people do and then has a highly paid personal trainer who would welcome four hours of "working" said celebrity. But as RuPaul would put it, I'm gonna work it girl, celebrity or no.

Anyway, today I didn't use a stopwatch, but I managed to work up a sweat simply doing household chores (thank you, Baby A, for taking a long nap), doing yoga and The 5 Tibetans, and swimming. I may take a short walk around the cul-de-sac before bed just so I can say I did it.

I pray that the effort I put into this will pay off big time and not make me feel worse than before. But I have a feeling that this was all part of God's plan. And I'm OK with that.