The symptoms arrived suddenly this afternoon, no warning at all. I walked up the hall and instantly knew. I went from a leisurely stroll through the house to instant command mode in two seconds flat. Within another three seconds I had a battle plan… It was time to declutter! The entire house from one end to the other was going to be transformed. The next item on the agenda was to marshal the troops. There my plans slowed a little, the troops were less than enthusiastic. Undaunted I enlisted the ‘Major’s’ help. He devised a plan he knew they couldn’t resist.
My family have been most willing to support me in my endeavour to tighten post baby tummy muscles. They enjoy being the Commando, planning my exercise regime and encouraging me as I ‘push through the pain’. Their biggest glitch is, I too often come up with excuses as to why I can’t start. Starting is my biggest stumbling block. The ‘Major’s’ plan is simple; I have to complete my daily exercise routine before I can enlist the troops in the House Transformation.
Every afternoon I’ll be encouraged to work on reclaiming my tummy muscles, then we work on reclaiming the house. Totally decluttering a room a day, everything will be assessed, do we need it or do we not? The troops are happy to be encouraging me to endure the pain as I work on my abs, not so keen to be working with a mother in full declutter mode. For me however, I have a win/win situation.