Hot mom check in ...

OK, "hot" may be a stretch.  But it's working.

I had high hopes for doubling up on the workouts once the kids were out of school.

Uh hunh.  I think I forgot they are both perfectly capable of walking on their own and complaining.  The.  Entire. Time I am trying to get in a good walk.

Anyhoodle, Tim and I did take a brief hiatus over the holiday weekend.  We know Memorial Day is not about cookouts and partying on the boat or by the pool, but we celebrated our freedom by drinking low calorie beer and eating the best damn brisket ever smoked on a Green Egg.

Yes, my husband is the master.

And we figured since it was our "Recovery Week" with Insanity, it was OK to take a day or three off.  (Mind you, Tim still had us doing some massive reconstruction in the yard.  Imagine ropes tied around tree trunks ... large holes in the ground ... the two of us attempting to pull ton-size trees from the bed of his truck, etc.)  Needless to say, there was no break-taking.

But we did bask in the glory of the sun for two days at our insanely crowded neighborhood pool and partake of a few adult beverages.

So Monday it was back to the grind.  And we were ready.

Well ... until we weren't.

Brisket and beer wreak havoc on your internal organs.

And my internal organs were screaming about half-way through the fit test.

But we proceeded through 35 minutes of a fit test and an hour long, grueling max interval circuit.

And I wanted to die when it was over.  To be specific I wanted to die 5 or 6 times, and I may have even asked Jesus to take me home more than that ...

Then, as Tim and I lay in a pool of sweat on the family room floor, we vowed to get back on track with our eating and un-drinking.

So even after a weekend of bad behavior, here are the results from this week's fit test.

Week 5 (Which is technically Week 6 of working out):

Switch kicks: 126
Power jacks: 60
Power knees: 109
Power jumps: 40
Globe jumps: 11
Suicide jumps: 16
Push up jacks: 25
Low plank obliques: 60

Weight: 130.2

Waist: 28"
Hips: 36"
Left thigh: 22 1/8"
Right thigh: 21 1/5"

My fit test results are a marked improvement from the beginning.  And, as an added bonus, I can actually make it through the entire minute of exercise before bad words start flying from my mouth.

Aside from all of the numbers (and I've sworn off the scale until I get to my fit test days), I can finally SEE the difference.  Yes, Tim and I bask in our glory at night before bed, examining each other's muscles.  Last night was particularly funny ...

"Hey, did you know there's a muscle right here?"
"Yep.  Look a this one on my arm."
"I have that one too!  And look at this one.  Do you have this one?"

I know.  We're pretty funny.

And even better?  For family pictures last week I got into my size 4 skinnies.

A huge feat considering I couldn't get my fat ass in them a few months ago.

But I held onto them.

And when this is over I'll reward myself with a new pair of skinnies ... in a smaller size.

Thanks to those of you who keep checking in on me and asking how it's going.  The downfall to posting all of these updates is that everyone expects us to look like the people in the videos when they see us at the pool.  And we absolutely don't. But I'm not sure we ever could ... I mean, I have carried two substantially-sized babies in my little frame.  We are both over 30.  We have lived years eating the wrong foods and drinking the wrong drinks.  And honestly, Tim and I don't feel the need to push ourselves that hard.  Sure, we sit at the pool and look at other couples and say, "We really need to get serious about this ...," but then we pop open another Bud Light Lime or eat another handful of almonds.

It's all good.  We're getting there.

And while you may not want my abs or my cottage-cheesy thigh when its all over with, you WILL want these arms and shoulders ...

And that's all you see in clothes anyway. ;0)