Jenn Williams, I need you!

Why, do you ask, do I need Jenn Williams? Because years ago—about 5, maybe 6 (or gosh, was it 7 ?!)—she kicked my butt at least once a week, sometimes twice, as my aerobics instructor.

Kristen Porter Jarzecki and I would attend her classes at the Westerville Community Center—SWEAT (and we DID!) and something to do with Body Sculpting—and Jenn would make us WORK.

Here I am, many moons later, post-baby body in full effect, void of a regular workout schedule for the last 1.5 years. Those of you who are familiar with my blog may have seen one of my 2008 resolutions—lose my baby weight—so I am trying to do that. To that end, I've worked out twice this week (two days in a row!), and I am PATHETIC, dying, gasping, sore and unmotivated to work any harder.

Where, I wonder, is that girl who used to do the hardest level in Jenn's classes? "What, I can use weights AND add a power-up jump?...Count me in! Go an extra 20 seconds?...sure! Jog or walk?...I say jog, or heck, let's run!"

Now I am that person in the back row (if that's possible in my living room or office), barely managing the low impact versions of workouts. My 8- & 10-pound dumbbells have a thick coating of dust on them, and my 5's are jealous that they hardly get any action.

One would think that the frightening sight of my bare body in a mirror would be enough motivation to get me moving (or at least moving faster), but I am tired, tired, tired. The sensible voice in my head tells me that to get more energy, I have to expend more energy, aka EXERCISE. So why do I just want to lay on the couch?

I long for that magic pill that would make my bathroom scale more merciful, but I know that not only is a pill not the answer, it doesn't exist.

So, instead, I hope I find a new Jenn Williams (since she's moving to LA!)... just the right person to bark at me and encourage me to create my best physical self. After all, I turn 30 in just five months. I think I owe it to myself to welcome a new decade feeling GOOD about the way I look and feel. And I owe it to Noah and David to have more energy to play and run and get out in the world as a family.

Now if someone could just pull me off this couch, maybe I could get started.