1) Time. My husband and I work opposite schedules. We're basically both like single parents with no reprieve. Either we have the kids or we're at work. We only get 2 hours together at night where we can double-team our little ankle-biters. That makes for exaustion. And I would feel guilty if the only time I had with my husband during the week I decided to go jogging for 45 minutes.
2) Money. We would get a membership to the YMCA or to the local Athletic Club, but we just can't afford it. If we had memberships there, I could drop the kids off with their daycare options at the facility and work out without the hassle of having to hire a sitter. But, alas, we really don't have money for either. And my jogging stroller is broken. This would be a much cheaper option than a club membership...but we rarely have $100 lying around for anything. And if we did, I'd use it to buy cute outfits to hide my rolls because shopping is easier than getting my ass to the gym 4 times a week.
3) Medical issues. I have many of these. First off, I was born without hip sockets. Oh, I have sockets now, but my tendons catch on my joints or something because when I run for long periods of time, my hips hurt. And I can hear and feel the catching. Not cool.
Then there's my hernia. Have I mentioned that I have elephant children? My oldest, Melanie, was 10/4 at birth and 2 weeks late.
Elephant Child I
My youngest, Daniel, was 8/11 and 2.5 weeks early.
Elephant Child II
My next child? A Sumo Wrestler.
Baby Jorgenson III (representation only)
Anyway, with large children comes a large space needed to house said children for 9 months. And no spaces large enough for gigantic elephant heads to come out naturally. So I had c-sections with both. Unfortunately, with c-sections you're not allowed to do situps until the incisions heal (yeah right, like I was going to do that anyway...but that's not my point). And I wasn't a very fast healer. So I developed a grapefruit-sized hernia where my stomach didn't close. I can literally touch my spine when I press on that part of my stomach.
(As a side note, these large children both made me nauseous for 9 months - so much so that I needed anti-nausea medication...so I gained 0 lbs...with both of them. Just thought I'd throw that in there.)
So with a hole that big in my stomach muscles where they didn't grow back together, there's nothing to hold in my organs, so everytime I try to be active, I feel nauseous due to my organs just sort of jostling around in there. If I have surgery to fix it, they would attach a mesh net under my stomach muscles http://surgeryinfonet.com/umbilical-hernia-repair-surgery/ in that spot so my organs will be secure. However, I can't get the surgery until I birth our last sumo wrestler because the mesh net might come detached if that part of my stomach is stretched too far.
Then I'll have to have another surgery. Well, I say:
I've told my husband we need to decide soon if we want a 3rd child because I don't want to be fat forever. Problem is, we only have a 2-bedroom place. My son will someday be scarred when he realizes that he slept in the same room as his parents for 2 years. Poor kid.
I will NOT be having more than one surgery to fix this. I'm not crazy. I'm not one of those weird plastic surgery-loving people who subjects herself to 45 boob lifts in as many days.
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But, at this point, the last excuse is the main reason why I don't exercise. It just doesn't make me feel great to have a hurricane of organs swirling around inside me. And I bet FEMA wouldn't even come to my hurricane's aid...
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