When Wayfair asked me to choose an item for myself to celebrate Back to School, I was stumped. I shook my head in an effort to clear away the pencil sets, glue sticks, and Star Wars backpacks that were overtaking my mental space and forced myself to concentrate hard.
What do I want for ME? I have spent the past three months loving the the gorgeousness of summer while simultaneously beating my head against a wall praying that the school bus would hurry up and get here. What have I been longing for during that time? Crazy things, like time to chip away at this blogging gig, catch up on watching Astronaut Wives while folding laundry so I don’t feel too indulgent, make yet another pass at my attempts to firm up… you know, all the insane crazy fantasies of a WAHM.
So I thought and thought.
And then I remembered.
A Bosu Ball.
A what? And why?
You see, once upon a long, long ago, in the far away land of Before Kids, I worked as a Fitness Consultant at a gym. I’ll wait while you find a seat to recover from the shock…But it’s true, I really did. I got paid to work out with clients and teach them ways to build strength and get in shape. It was awesome, and I loved it.
After cranking out some harsh hours in grad school, I’d pop over to the gym and play it out on the circuit with a heady amount of focus on the Bosu Balls. I never knew exactly what I was doing; in college I had taught step aerobics (another I know), and I would work out whatever moves I remembered from this time with a bunch of random hops and jumps. It was blast.
I was in the best physical shape of my life and despite endless sleepless nights filled with paper-writing and lots of stressing over how we’d ever get bills paid, in so many ways, these were my Glory Days. They were fabulous and they were fun.
Fast-forward 10 years, 1 dog, 2 houses, and 2 kids later, and you find yourself at my current life situation. One without a lot of “random hops and jumps”, many extra pounds, and a whole, whole lot of playdates, panic over getting the proper art shirt for 1st grade and wondering whether or not I can pack peanut butter in my son’s lunch box. It’s a life that very possibly needs reclaimed.
A life that could very possibly benefit from the fun of bosu ball. And the fitness benefits: it allows you to combine all elements of fitness with one apparatus. Cardiovascular, toning and flexibility are all schooled with the Bosu Ball. Game on, friends.
I knew what I had to order for myself. It was time to welcome back the Bosu Ball. High time.
My kids aren’t objecting; in fact, they love it. The coolest toy Mommy has bought in years. A win-win, I’d say?
While Jillian has served me well, so very well, in the past years, it is time to move on. Move on to the Bosu Ball and all of the magical bouncing and harkening back to a time in my life that didn’t include a sizable muffin top. A time when I regularly knew that exercising was fun and something to be enjoyed. A time when a part of me was a little more me.
Hello, Bosu Ball. Let’s get this party on.
****Many thanks to Wayfair for encouraging me to reconnect with a part of myself that I loved and sponsoring this post. Back to School is many, many things to a mom, but slicing out care for ourselves is one of the most important parts. Get Back to YOU, moms!****
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