Just Say No to Daylight Exercising

Whenever I've exercised, it's always been in the morning. I like to get it out of the way. As a mom, it's been EARLY morning. Like dark-outside-morning. Like 4:30 a.m. morning.

Wednesday was different though. I had the day off, so I slept in (yay!) But that meant that I was exercising in the daylight. Kinda weird for this gal whose used to vampire hours when it comes to working out. It only took a few minutes to confirm why I prefer exercising before my family is awake ...

Me: Okay girls, I'm gonna' be on this thing (elliptical) for 30 minutes. Try to leave me alone for at least that long, okay?

Amanda & Megan: Okay.

I get going, and maybe 5 minutes into it, I see the girls dancing in front of me singing "Go Mom! Go Mom! You're awesome! Good job!" It's hard to ellipticise (pretty sure that's a word) and laugh at the same time, in case you've never tried it.

Me: Stop! Please, stop the dancing and singing. Seriously!

They stop and go back to playing with their dolls.

About 5 minutes later, I'm heated up enough to shed my tank top, exposing my sports bra.

Amanda: Mom! Is that a sports bra?!

Me: Yeah.

Amanda: Cool. (?)

Megan then proceeds to dance in front of me yet again, only this time singing "Mom's wearing a sports bra! A sports bra! Nice sports bra!"

Me (while laughing): Come ON. Let me finish. Stop! Puh-lease!!

Megan stops. I continue. The rest of the time I was interrogated by the calorie burning police.

Megan: Mom, how many calories have you burned so far?

Me: 135.

Amanda: The most I've ever burned is 200.

Me: Uh huh.

Several minutes later.

Megan: How many calories have you burned now, Mom? Hmmm?

Me: 250.

Amanda: Wow! The most I've ever burned is 200.

Me: Uh huh. (I heard you the first time. Please just let me finish.)

THIS is why people have gym memberships. Or in my case, why people exercise at 4:30 a.m.