So I feel like I'm doing most things right. But I have to confess that I have pretty much ditched the idea of doing exercise right now, and here's why: my body is controlled by a nine month old. As in he owns my chest. And he determines how much sleep I get at night. Let me tell you outright - it ain't much! I am a wimpy wimp. I cannot function when I am flailing around on six hours a night sleep. I cannot function when my horomones are wacko. Just ask my husband. Or Audrey. She's seen my house as of late. I am not super functional.
But - the husband is a good man. And last night he and I had a plank-off. Then we did sit ups and push ups together before hopping into our toasty bed for some rest. And we're going to do it again tonight, but this time I'm going to bring the hand weights up from the basement and we're going to do some lifting too. He will challenge me when I don't feel like it. And he will be a great partner. He always is.
That will have to be enough for now. Hope you're all doing better with the exercise than I am! :)