Okay, folks. I'm not as money hungry as I may come off. I jest, sometimes. The truth is, money is very important to me. Five or six years ago, money meant literally nothing to me. I didn't care about money at all and I looked down on some very rich people and I looked down on people who love money. Indeed, the scriptures tell us that "the love of money is the root of all evil." Sometimes I worry that I have crossed over into that spectrum, a lover of money. But then I realized that I don't put money first. In fact, whenever I think about money, I'm thinking about the welfare of my family.
I married someone who, like me, didn't care about money. We had that, among many other things, in common. Over the years, my opinion changed. When I was pregnant, we were homeless for a few months. Why? Because we couldn't gather up enough MONEY for an apartment deposit and rent. After two months of homelessness, I began looking at money differently. During my marriage, our power was shut off several times. Why? Because we couldn't gather up enough MONEY to pay important bills. Our phone was likewise shut off frequently. We depended on tax payers to feed us. I was so ashamed every time I swiped that foodstamps card, showing the cashier and everyone behind me in line that I didn't have enough MONEY to pay for my own food. We had to borrow money from our parents for rent on several occasions, and even went to the church a few times. My then-husband and I both had part time jobs. I hated to work because I believed that my place was in the home. But his job was scarcely covering rent, so circumstances forced me to work. Bills started getting paid then, but it was still a CONSTANT struggle to make ends meet. And we still couldn't feed our own kids. Thank you tax payers of Idaho.
I would never ever divorce over money, or the lack thereof, and I do want to make it clear that the constant financial battle was not the cause of divorce. The battle wasn't against eachother. It was just usually an unspoken mutual stress against circumstance. When the marriage ended, I had a very different outlook on money than when it began. I now saw that money is very, very important because paying your own bills, on time even, is very, very important. I got a job and soon for the first time in years, I was able to feed my own children, with my own money. I paid all my bills, every month, usually on time (but sometimes I would forget and pay a few days late). I never worried about where rent was going to come from. AND, I could take the kids out to dinner and to the movies and bowling and STILL be able to pay my bills. Eventually, I was able to buy a new-to-me-car. I wasn't the American standard of rich, not at all. You see, I don't need to be rich. But, I do have a different view of rich now, also. So what if a dentist makes a lot more money than a . . . I don't know . . . public transportation person. The dentist worked a lot harder for that career! There's nothing wrong with being rich, there's nothing wrong with wanting a career that pays very well.
And there's nothing wrong with a single mom wanting to marry a man who cares about money.
But allow me to break it down for you. Here's what I want, and expect:
I want to be a stay at home mom. My church teaches that mothers should stay home and do the very important work of raising children and keeping a home, while fathers should bring enough money home to allow that. I believe that very strongly. I see that children benefit from a stay at home parent and I want the best for my children. I want a man who believes in the value of work, who would get a full time job before seeing his wife work outside the home, or, even, who would get a full time PLUS a part time job before seeing his wife work outside the home. My brother is like that. Men like that exist, men who agree with the teachings of God (as our church believes), and there is no shame to be had in expecting that from a husband. I want to be able to stay home and still be able to cover all the bills, still be able to add each month to a savings account, still be able to go on dates and family outings, still be able to be charitable.
All I really want is to stay at home with my kids and not be burdened with the extreme anxiety of wondering where rent is going to come from. I don't need a big house or a fancy car. I just don't want to have to worry about money. I know and understand that it's a lot to expect a man to support another man's children, but it is what I look for. And I believe he's out there, someone who will love me and my children enough to support us while I do the equally important work in the home.
What's so wrong about wanting to be a stay at home mom while still not using other people's money to feed my family?
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
New Job
First day of training was today. I'm training with two cute single LDS men. But they're not potential husbands because I know how much money they make and it's not enough! One of them is REALLY good looking and the other is very polite. Both are attending school so they do have a potential for higher pay but I don't want to wait around for that, so I denied both their marriage proposals today.
It'll be a fun job I think. Kinda depressing, but fun. Depressing because my job is about weddings. And I want to get married! So I'll be forced to think about weddings all day every day. I'll be taking orders for wedding invitations, wedding accessories (like wine glasses, cake knives, cake toppers, etc.) and I'll be keying in the words for the invitations (so if I spell a name wrong, I could get fired, lol) and I'll be taking customer complaints from bridezillas who wanted their name spelled just so but we got it wrong.... LOL.
Anyway. It really will be fun and I'll love working right across the street from my kids' daycare. I'm waiting for ICCP to kick in before I take them to daycare though so today I had a teenager gal from church watch them and the kids were in one piece and happy when I got home. So everything is okay. And it was only four hours today. And that hot guy is named Scott and he went to South Africa for his mission! WOW!
It'll be a fun job I think. Kinda depressing, but fun. Depressing because my job is about weddings. And I want to get married! So I'll be forced to think about weddings all day every day. I'll be taking orders for wedding invitations, wedding accessories (like wine glasses, cake knives, cake toppers, etc.) and I'll be keying in the words for the invitations (so if I spell a name wrong, I could get fired, lol) and I'll be taking customer complaints from bridezillas who wanted their name spelled just so but we got it wrong.... LOL.
Anyway. It really will be fun and I'll love working right across the street from my kids' daycare. I'm waiting for ICCP to kick in before I take them to daycare though so today I had a teenager gal from church watch them and the kids were in one piece and happy when I got home. So everything is okay. And it was only four hours today. And that hot guy is named Scott and he went to South Africa for his mission! WOW!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Sadness
Turns out, I have absolutely loved all this time off work, spending all the time with my kids, almost as if I was a stay at home mom (my dream job). This weekend so far has been a sad one, knowing I start my job on Monday and these are the last full days with my kids. My savings are almost gone completely, and I am relying on the Lord to carry me through to my first paycheck. Of course I'll be alright, but I don't know how, at this point. Anyway, that was a silly side note. What I'm trying to whine about is letting my kids go!
I've looked into a few options. I've been torn between hiring a daycare facility and a Stay At Home Mom (hereafter to be called SAHM). I believe my kids could get the best possible care in a home of a mother. But, they could also get the worst possible care. At a daycare facility, where rules are strict and enforced by the state, my kids are less likely to be in danger of harm. But, conversely, at a home of a mom, my kids are less likely to be ignored or counted as a number; more likely to be genuinely loved. Either way, I hate the idea of paying someone to care for my kids. I hate the idea that my kids have to become someone's job. But, I can't avoid that at this point.
I decided on a daycare. I can't afford child care, whether by professional facility or SAHM. At a daycare, I can ask the state for help. I hate doing that, but at this point, my options are severely limited. I found the daycare, and I'm so impressed with them. They are located directly across from where I'll be working, so I can go see the kids at my lunch break! I went to the facility to ask questions and ended up being so impressed that I signed my kids up. All of my questions were answered exactly the way I hoped. I only met three of the workers (there are several, whom I will make a point to meet later), and they all expressed genuine interest in my kids, even though two of them didn't know I was planning on having the kids go there. Anna and Matthias didn't even want to leave, and we were there for 45 minutes. Anna keeps asking when she can go back.
I wish I could do a background check on all the kids' parents. I want to know who these kids are that my kids will be associating with. I want to know who their parents are and what happens in their homes, you know?
Well after I checked out the daycare, I went to apply for the Idaho Child Care Program. It takes like ten days before I get the help so I'll have to find something else until then, or I have to pay. It's only $72 a week per child, which isn't bad at all compared to facilities in Nampa I remember looking at. But I don't have $145 to spare. I will still have to pay a percentage of the daycare costs because the program never pays for it fully. But, it will be a percentage I'm sure I can handle. And Randy's supposed to pay half of what's charged. That would be nice.
I once heard a story of a flying pig....
Anyway. Well my kids are in bed, sleeping. And tomorrow is the last full day I have with them. And it breaks my heart. I've been a little bit freaking out all weekend. I'll look at their gorgeous faces and stare and shake my head in wonder. How is it possible that I helped produce something so amazing? I could never have earned the joy they bring me. And now I have to go to work and leave them with strange kids and adults and I don't get to pick what they do every moment anymore, and I don't get to be with them when they do it! You'd think I've never had a full time job before! I did it for a year already. These two months have really spoiled me. It feels like I'm leaving them. And yet, it's for them that I leave.
I know of mothers who leave their kids at daycares on their days off. I can't grasp that.
The kids know I'm going to start working again, of course. Anna yesterday, while eating her lunch, asked me, "Mommy, do you love me?"
I stopped my business and looked at her, wondering what I'd done to make her question my love. But of course she knew the answer, and of course I was happy to oblige the question. I approached her, cradled her chin in my hand, looked her in the eyes and almost started crying (I'm going to to miss her SO much!) and told her that I love her so much. She continued: "Are you gonna leave us?"
Well, whatever tears I'd managed to hold in had no chance now. I told her "Baby, I will never leave you. When I have to go to work and drop you off somewhere, I will always come back for you. Every day." She seemed satisfied and went back to eating.
I don't wanna leave her. Not for 40 hours a week, not ever.
Today I was even more anxious about my immediate future and I told Anna that I'll miss her and Matty so much when I start work. She put a hand on my shoulder and said, matter-of-factly, "It's okay, Mommy. You'll always come back. You can be so excited for your new job!"
Well. I'm not excited. I'd rather not have to contribute to society in order to keep my family and myself alive.
I've gotten through worse, and I'll get through this, but for tonight, I'm very sad.
Thanks for reading!
I've looked into a few options. I've been torn between hiring a daycare facility and a Stay At Home Mom (hereafter to be called SAHM). I believe my kids could get the best possible care in a home of a mother. But, they could also get the worst possible care. At a daycare facility, where rules are strict and enforced by the state, my kids are less likely to be in danger of harm. But, conversely, at a home of a mom, my kids are less likely to be ignored or counted as a number; more likely to be genuinely loved. Either way, I hate the idea of paying someone to care for my kids. I hate the idea that my kids have to become someone's job. But, I can't avoid that at this point.
I decided on a daycare. I can't afford child care, whether by professional facility or SAHM. At a daycare, I can ask the state for help. I hate doing that, but at this point, my options are severely limited. I found the daycare, and I'm so impressed with them. They are located directly across from where I'll be working, so I can go see the kids at my lunch break! I went to the facility to ask questions and ended up being so impressed that I signed my kids up. All of my questions were answered exactly the way I hoped. I only met three of the workers (there are several, whom I will make a point to meet later), and they all expressed genuine interest in my kids, even though two of them didn't know I was planning on having the kids go there. Anna and Matthias didn't even want to leave, and we were there for 45 minutes. Anna keeps asking when she can go back.
I wish I could do a background check on all the kids' parents. I want to know who these kids are that my kids will be associating with. I want to know who their parents are and what happens in their homes, you know?
Well after I checked out the daycare, I went to apply for the Idaho Child Care Program. It takes like ten days before I get the help so I'll have to find something else until then, or I have to pay. It's only $72 a week per child, which isn't bad at all compared to facilities in Nampa I remember looking at. But I don't have $145 to spare. I will still have to pay a percentage of the daycare costs because the program never pays for it fully. But, it will be a percentage I'm sure I can handle. And Randy's supposed to pay half of what's charged. That would be nice.
I once heard a story of a flying pig....
Anyway. Well my kids are in bed, sleeping. And tomorrow is the last full day I have with them. And it breaks my heart. I've been a little bit freaking out all weekend. I'll look at their gorgeous faces and stare and shake my head in wonder. How is it possible that I helped produce something so amazing? I could never have earned the joy they bring me. And now I have to go to work and leave them with strange kids and adults and I don't get to pick what they do every moment anymore, and I don't get to be with them when they do it! You'd think I've never had a full time job before! I did it for a year already. These two months have really spoiled me. It feels like I'm leaving them. And yet, it's for them that I leave.
I know of mothers who leave their kids at daycares on their days off. I can't grasp that.
The kids know I'm going to start working again, of course. Anna yesterday, while eating her lunch, asked me, "Mommy, do you love me?"
I stopped my business and looked at her, wondering what I'd done to make her question my love. But of course she knew the answer, and of course I was happy to oblige the question. I approached her, cradled her chin in my hand, looked her in the eyes and almost started crying (I'm going to to miss her SO much!) and told her that I love her so much. She continued: "Are you gonna leave us?"
Well, whatever tears I'd managed to hold in had no chance now. I told her "Baby, I will never leave you. When I have to go to work and drop you off somewhere, I will always come back for you. Every day." She seemed satisfied and went back to eating.
I don't wanna leave her. Not for 40 hours a week, not ever.
Today I was even more anxious about my immediate future and I told Anna that I'll miss her and Matty so much when I start work. She put a hand on my shoulder and said, matter-of-factly, "It's okay, Mommy. You'll always come back. You can be so excited for your new job!"
Well. I'm not excited. I'd rather not have to contribute to society in order to keep my family and myself alive.
I've gotten through worse, and I'll get through this, but for tonight, I'm very sad.
Thanks for reading!
Friday, August 8, 2008
So Much to Report!
Well I finally got a job. It's a huge printing company and the pay is LAME but it seems like the only thing I could get. It'll be a fun job I think and I can wear jeans. And I love the hours: 7:00 to 3:30. That gives me the whole afternoon with my kids! And it will force me to wake up early which I love/hate. So, there ya have it. My new job.
I have a ton of pics so you're just going to have to deal with it.
Here's some pictures at Smith Park, one of the several thousand great parks here in Rexburg:
Matthias at first was afraid to go down the really big slide. He would climb all the way up, look down, freak out a bit, and climb back down. But he finally got brave. Anna, however, had no fear.
Below are pics of the really cool kid town there was at the park. There was a jail and some stores and it was really cool. Three days after I took these pictures, we went back to the park and the kid town was gone! I was really glad I'd gotten pics before that happened.
Okay and then we went to a family reunion in Pocatello. It was for my Dad's Mom's side of the family. I didn't know anyone except one aunt and two uncles and one cousin (Michelle!) and her daughters. Anyway It was Randy's weekend and I told Randy about the reunion and at first he said he'd rather see the kids so I planned on taking them to Nampa but then he emailed me saying he didn't want the kids to miss out on the reunion! I was glad because the trip to Pokie is a lot shorter than the trip to Nampa! And the kids got to see their 2nd cousins, Sasha and Valerie, whom they haven't seen since April. They had SO much fun.
Matthias and Anna often pick me dandelions. It's so sweet. Anna picked me one that day and suggested I put it in my ear. I told her I didn't want to but Matthias thought it sounded like a great idea to put a weed in his ear. Not exactly what Anna and I had in mind:
I don't usually spend much time on Anna's hair (lazy), so I thought it necessary to take a picture of my efforts. She's also wearing the smile that she wears when someone tells her to smile. Funny.
When we first arrived, the sprinklers were on. While everyone else was getting reacquainted (or acquainted), Matthias was running through the sprinklers. I managed to get this really great shot of him getting purposely sprayed in the face:
Pure cuteness after soaking:
Michelle's daughter Sasha is a few months older than Anna, and Valerie is a few months older than Matthias. Here's the four of them running in the sprinklers. They had so so so much fun together, especially Anna and Sasha.
Sasha fell and hurt her knee so Anna helped her up. This wasn't actually Anna's idea, but she was happy to assist as soon as Sasha suggested it. :) They were so funny together.
Here's the four cousins: Val (3), Anna, Sasha (5) and Matthias. Note the body language. Those middle girls just love eachother, eh?
Oh my gosh, this is SO sweet!
This was so funny. Some other relative kid did something that was unjust (maybe made fun of Sasha and/or Anna? Don't remember...) so they were comforting eachother. Sasha was saying, "oh, Anna!" in a super cute pouty voice.
They found a potato bug/pill bug/roly poly and were exceedingly fascinated. Their curiosity eventually killed the poor subject.
Here is the mother of the lovely girls, my lovely cousin Michelle, holding her daughter. I happen to think this is a super cute picture of her (which she didn't even know I was taking at the moment!):
And here is my awesome Aunt Anita, Michelle's Mom, holding Val. I pretty much think the world of this woman, whose heart is gold.
And here's my parents, looking at eachother and smiling. You'd think they're in love or something? I love this pic.
Going home.
Take a deep breath, I'm almost through.
Melanie came over on Wednesday!! She went back home today. :( I asked her to help me with the kids so I didn't have to call some careless teenager to babysit if/when I got interviews (had an unpleasant experience w that earlier). It really helped because I got a job finally. I was intending to pay for her gas for the trip but she didn't let me and I know she's not rich so I'll pay her sometime. It was super nice of her and it was really great having her and Morgan here. Here they are:
Cousins in the morning.
A few weeks ago I was faxing something at the UPS store and Anna saw some cool toys on a high shelf and asked me what they were for. The worker answered, saying they were prizes for a coloring contest and she gave Anna a color page. She colored it and we took it back the next day and Anna thought she would get a prize right then. She was very disappointed when we left empty-handed. I explained to her the rules and that if she won (which I actually doubted, since I know three year olds who stay in the lines better! But I love my daughter the best), I would be contacted in a few weeks. She was sad until she forgot about it. Well I got a phone call and they said she won! Anna was so so so excited and we picked up her prize today. She got to pick from a goldmine of choices and she chose a Lightning McQueen puzzle.
The UPS lady was very gracious:
Well that's about all I have for now. I know it's really short; sorry about that. ;)
I have a ton of pics so you're just going to have to deal with it.
Here's some pictures at Smith Park, one of the several thousand great parks here in Rexburg:
Matthias at first was afraid to go down the really big slide. He would climb all the way up, look down, freak out a bit, and climb back down. But he finally got brave. Anna, however, had no fear.
Below are pics of the really cool kid town there was at the park. There was a jail and some stores and it was really cool. Three days after I took these pictures, we went back to the park and the kid town was gone! I was really glad I'd gotten pics before that happened.
Okay and then we went to a family reunion in Pocatello. It was for my Dad's Mom's side of the family. I didn't know anyone except one aunt and two uncles and one cousin (Michelle!) and her daughters. Anyway It was Randy's weekend and I told Randy about the reunion and at first he said he'd rather see the kids so I planned on taking them to Nampa but then he emailed me saying he didn't want the kids to miss out on the reunion! I was glad because the trip to Pokie is a lot shorter than the trip to Nampa! And the kids got to see their 2nd cousins, Sasha and Valerie, whom they haven't seen since April. They had SO much fun.
Matthias and Anna often pick me dandelions. It's so sweet. Anna picked me one that day and suggested I put it in my ear. I told her I didn't want to but Matthias thought it sounded like a great idea to put a weed in his ear. Not exactly what Anna and I had in mind:
I don't usually spend much time on Anna's hair (lazy), so I thought it necessary to take a picture of my efforts. She's also wearing the smile that she wears when someone tells her to smile. Funny.
When we first arrived, the sprinklers were on. While everyone else was getting reacquainted (or acquainted), Matthias was running through the sprinklers. I managed to get this really great shot of him getting purposely sprayed in the face:
Pure cuteness after soaking:
Michelle's daughter Sasha is a few months older than Anna, and Valerie is a few months older than Matthias. Here's the four of them running in the sprinklers. They had so so so much fun together, especially Anna and Sasha.
Sasha fell and hurt her knee so Anna helped her up. This wasn't actually Anna's idea, but she was happy to assist as soon as Sasha suggested it. :) They were so funny together.
Here's the four cousins: Val (3), Anna, Sasha (5) and Matthias. Note the body language. Those middle girls just love eachother, eh?
Oh my gosh, this is SO sweet!
This was so funny. Some other relative kid did something that was unjust (maybe made fun of Sasha and/or Anna? Don't remember...) so they were comforting eachother. Sasha was saying, "oh, Anna!" in a super cute pouty voice.
They found a potato bug/pill bug/roly poly and were exceedingly fascinated. Their curiosity eventually killed the poor subject.
Here is the mother of the lovely girls, my lovely cousin Michelle, holding her daughter. I happen to think this is a super cute picture of her (which she didn't even know I was taking at the moment!):
And here is my awesome Aunt Anita, Michelle's Mom, holding Val. I pretty much think the world of this woman, whose heart is gold.
And here's my parents, looking at eachother and smiling. You'd think they're in love or something? I love this pic.
Going home.
Take a deep breath, I'm almost through.Melanie came over on Wednesday!! She went back home today. :( I asked her to help me with the kids so I didn't have to call some careless teenager to babysit if/when I got interviews (had an unpleasant experience w that earlier). It really helped because I got a job finally. I was intending to pay for her gas for the trip but she didn't let me and I know she's not rich so I'll pay her sometime. It was super nice of her and it was really great having her and Morgan here. Here they are:
Cousins in the morning.
A few weeks ago I was faxing something at the UPS store and Anna saw some cool toys on a high shelf and asked me what they were for. The worker answered, saying they were prizes for a coloring contest and she gave Anna a color page. She colored it and we took it back the next day and Anna thought she would get a prize right then. She was very disappointed when we left empty-handed. I explained to her the rules and that if she won (which I actually doubted, since I know three year olds who stay in the lines better! But I love my daughter the best), I would be contacted in a few weeks. She was sad until she forgot about it. Well I got a phone call and they said she won! Anna was so so so excited and we picked up her prize today. She got to pick from a goldmine of choices and she chose a Lightning McQueen puzzle.The UPS lady was very gracious:
Well that's about all I have for now. I know it's really short; sorry about that. ;)
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Interview outcome
Well it was enjoyable. I really like the people who interviewed me. I'll know if I've graduated to the second interview either today or tomorrow. The thank you note I'm mailing today will hopefully convince them to call me back, if they're wavering. I would really like to work there, I think. It's a native-to-Idaho store, and while I'm not an Idaho native, I consider Idaho my home state, and ever will. I love Idaho. Anyway, so I think it would be really cool to work for a company that was founded in Idaho, and the people there seem really amazing and I think I would fit in well and the sad thing is, the position is part time. But it could turn into full time and they said there's usually more than 20 hours and also they said that if you work hard, the part time hours could be full time pay. So that would really rock.
Well right now 'm supposed to be at Artco for an employment test but I couldn't find a babysitter. Everyone's gone. And by everyone I mean the two or three people I know. For my interview yesterday I employed a teenager for the first time since I've been here. She came highly recommended from the RS pres (the mother). I wasn't impressed. I think I'll stick with grownups if at all possible.
Well I'm expecting a miracle soon so I'll let you know when that happens.
Well right now 'm supposed to be at Artco for an employment test but I couldn't find a babysitter. Everyone's gone. And by everyone I mean the two or three people I know. For my interview yesterday I employed a teenager for the first time since I've been here. She came highly recommended from the RS pres (the mother). I wasn't impressed. I think I'll stick with grownups if at all possible.
Well I'm expecting a miracle soon so I'll let you know when that happens.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Job Interview
Well I finally have an interview after an interview famine! It's Monday at noon at another jewelry store, and I'm going to get it this time! Because there is no alternative.
Well, I guess you could consider working fast food/depending on tax payers to feed and house me an option, but I don't.
When I finally start getting paychecks, I'll be able to pay the application fee for BYU-I and get that rolling, then hopefully get accepted for the Winter Semester. Then I'll get my bachelors, then I'll move somewhere else to get my PhD, then I'll be a professor when I grow up, then I'll be rich, then I'll be able to buy a husband!
So in like eight years (since I won't be able to go to school full time because I'll have to work), I'll be set. Lol.
Oh and today we went to a family reunion and I thought it would be dumb but it was pretty cool and I'm going to put up some pics later.
Bye. Oh, wish me luck for the interview!
Well, I guess you could consider working fast food/depending on tax payers to feed and house me an option, but I don't.
When I finally start getting paychecks, I'll be able to pay the application fee for BYU-I and get that rolling, then hopefully get accepted for the Winter Semester. Then I'll get my bachelors, then I'll move somewhere else to get my PhD, then I'll be a professor when I grow up, then I'll be rich, then I'll be able to buy a husband!
So in like eight years (since I won't be able to go to school full time because I'll have to work), I'll be set. Lol.
Oh and today we went to a family reunion and I thought it would be dumb but it was pretty cool and I'm going to put up some pics later.
Bye. Oh, wish me luck for the interview!
Friday, August 1, 2008
How to Sweat.
So Pilates gave me a stiff neck. I know why; I was turning my head to see the TV when I was supposed to be looking forward or down. Anyway, I had a stiff neck for like 3 days, it's finally going away now. So not fun. But I decided a while ago that I was going to add something aerobic to my pilates and I bought a Tae-Bo VHS set of four tapes off ebay (for $6, including shipping). I got it yesterday and yesterday I did the instructional tape.
Today I tried the 8 minute workout.
HOLY COW!
First of all, I'm positive that it's much longer than 8 minutes. Secondly, within 8 minutes, I was sweating out of every last gland, and I never sweat! So gross! Man, what a workout! I better have burned, like, 4000 calories because I am beat. In fact, I couldn't even finish the "8 minutes" (it has to be 20) because my lungs were contracting! Oh, here we go... the case says it 16 minutes. No way, that's it?
Anyway, I must be a wimp. But it was fun and I've been gaining weight and inches and I'm really upset about that (it also makes NO sense) so hopefully this will help. I should be able to handle 16 minutes of exercise a day, really. I'll still do the pilates too every so often for good measure.
I'm going to take a cold shower now.
Today I tried the 8 minute workout.
HOLY COW!
First of all, I'm positive that it's much longer than 8 minutes. Secondly, within 8 minutes, I was sweating out of every last gland, and I never sweat! So gross! Man, what a workout! I better have burned, like, 4000 calories because I am beat. In fact, I couldn't even finish the "8 minutes" (it has to be 20) because my lungs were contracting! Oh, here we go... the case says it 16 minutes. No way, that's it?
Anyway, I must be a wimp. But it was fun and I've been gaining weight and inches and I'm really upset about that (it also makes NO sense) so hopefully this will help. I should be able to handle 16 minutes of exercise a day, really. I'll still do the pilates too every so often for good measure.
I'm going to take a cold shower now.
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