I’ve always considered myself fairly fit, but recently it came to my attention (by way of a seriously tough walk up my own stairs, where hyperventilation may be have been involved) that thin and fit are two very different things. Every year, about 75 times a year, I make a solemn vow to myself to get into the best shape of my life. A couple of years ago I succeeded at running my first 5k and it’s been downhill since then. Downhill would be fine if I were actually running down the hill, but alas, I turned in my gym shoes three years ago this August after completing that bucket list item like I won some award that stated my body would stay in that shape forever.
About 5 years after our first child, Jett was born, I kicked it in the hot yoga room on a daily basis. I felt amazing and it was post kids. I was dedicated to getting my body and my strength back after two less than ideal pregnancies. It was a challenge to keep up the workload of being a mom of 3 and juggling jobs and life but somewhere between then and now, I stopped making it (me) a priority. I’ve had waves here and there where I jumped on the bandwagon for a few days or a few weeks but it always took a backseat to something else. Uhum, the kids, the laundry, the friend in need, work, and then in the last few years, our show on HGTV. Adding the workload of filming what we do as a living, meant even less time for the things that I need and want. And whoever said it gets easier as the kids get older, left their kids on the interstate when they turned 10 or something because this sh&t, is not getting easier. I’m contending with their soccer practices, and hockey tournaments, homeschooling and social agendas. I'm not saying that I don't love it because I absolutely do. I'm happy to give up time in the gym to see a soccer game after school and in fact, that's exactly what's happened. I've adjusted by maintaining my weight instead of focusing on maintaining my fitness level. I've done this by doing squats at the bathroom sink while I multi-task and brush my teeth or abdominal exercises on a blue ball while I read out the words on the kids' vocabulary test. It’s served its purpose and if you aren’t doing anything to support a healthier body, stop now and start doing that because it works to get a little in here and there. But enough excuses. Mama bear is tired of being winded and I bought too many pair of pants in my 30’s to throw them away now. I’m getting er’ back.
Oh yeah, and I’m turning 40 in February. I can’t believe I just wrote that but it’s the truth. It’s at this time, that you write in the comments, “Oh girl, you don’t look 40!” Yes, please go now and do that. Lie to me, just DO IT! That number insists that I need to work toward some goal. Why not fitness?
Over the years, I’ve tried it all. Yoga, dance, pilates, running (okay, fast walking), Tae Bo, and even a pole dancing class - which BTW, is seriously hard. I love switching it up but my greatest obstacle is time. I don’t have it and if I’m going to take my workouts to the next level, it needs to be super convenient. There is a boxing place in my neighborhood and about a year ago, a friend encouraged me to try it out with her. It wasn’t my thing. In fact, I hated every minute of it but it took me completely out of my comfort zone and I left drenched in sweat and left with aching muscles. I didn’t go back. Mainly because I couldn't move for a week but after that excuse wore off, it was something else. Two weeks ago I was complaining about finding the time when my own words got the best of me. If I don’t make it a priority, nobody else is going to do that for me. I called the boxing place, gave them my credit card over the phone and that was done. The commitment was made and I don’t like wasting money so that would surely be a motivator.
Last week, I went to my first class. It was amazing. I can’t wait to go back - N.O.T! I hated it. Every single minute of it. I was surrounded by millennials and at one point I was laying on the ground while I knew they were all secretly laughing at me (they are probably all sweet people but it makes me feel better to think of them as meanies for now). I’ve been back 4 times and each class has been a grind for me. Here’s the good news. I have been back 4 times, taking a day in between each torcher session and it’s getting easier. I know the moves better now and I’m a little strong each time. I’m starting to look forward to the feeling I have at the END of the workout and I’m not dreading the actual exercise quite as badly. Once I'm there, I'm committed! I want to be honest. This isn’t an endorsement of some pill that’s going to whip you all into shape. This is just a testimonial of my experience and it’s hard work. 40 is creeping up on me and I’d love to feel as good in my 40’s as I did in my early 30’s. It’s possible. Jennifer Aniston says so.
I give myself a pep talk about going every other day and I enter the classes into my gmail cal like it’s an important meeting that I can’t cancel but I’m doing it y’all. I’m doing it. And that’s what is most important. For now, showing up is what is most important to get me back on track as I strive to be a stronger, fitter, me.
If you feel so inclined, join me. Comment here with a “Hell yeah, I’m in!” and we will do this together. Side note - I’ve never been one to have an actual workout buddy but I’d love for all of us to report back here and give each other a vote of confidence when we need it. Let’s turn our bodies into powerhouses together. Forget the scales, and the tape measures and let’s start focusing on strength, health, and wellness. #beyourbestyou #youcandoittoo
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With a thriving family and budding career in television, Kortney and Dave decided to cut ties with the music business and pursue real estate full time. Today, in addition to hosting Masters of Flip, Kortney is a licensed Realtor, who runs a successful team with Village Real Estate called Best Thing Ever Nashville, helping Tennesseans buy, sell, and occasionally flip, residential real estate. She also has her sights set on developing her own line of home décor products and furniture, in the not-so-distant future.