Ugh, sometimes I am completely drop-dead exhausted by the time I put C to bed at 7pm. The last thing I want to do is wash his bottles, and I certainly don’t have the energy for P90X. Last night was one of those nights. I melted into the couch and watched The Bachelor, my Monday night trash TV of choice. By the time that was over, it was 9pm and I just felt like cruising Twitter or flipping TV channels.
But I pushed myself. I popped in the 60-minute Legs & Back workout and got to work. I was cursing Tony Horton during the millionth lunge, but by the time it was over I felt so awesome. I felt energized, empowered and accomplished. My muscles felt stronger and looser. I physically felt less stressed. It was wonderful. Now I know that I need to push myself on those nights, because the end result is so worth it.