So here is the update on my ball workout (check out http://ahappiermommy.blogspot.com/2013/03/on-ball.html, if needed). First, I had to wait for the ball to be found (don't ask me how on earth it can take 4 people an entire weekend to locate an over-sized beach ball that has been hanging out in the basement for the past 9 years) and then it was brought up. Awesome. Then it was another agonizing search for the resistance bands. Though they were never given to me, I did find them yesterday in a load of clean laundry. Hey...progress!
Day One: NEVER assume that the [most likely] six-plus year old air that is filling that ball is ALL the air needed.
Perhaps it is all for my 40-pound child. Me? Right. The ball instantly became the equivalent of a bean-bag chair. Imagine that. Imagine your 80 year old grandmother in a bean-bag chair trying to stand up. Your, rather large, 80 year old grandmother, who also has a good case of arthritis. I am sure she would have been more graceful than I was trying to recover and get up! When all was said and done/injured and depleted, I decided that what I had just been through, should more than count for my 3 minutes of aerobic activity.
Day Two: Don't get impatient when waiting for something to be done.
So the ball needs air. People in my house are busy with homework, housework, playing, eating...you know, stuff. I HATE asking them for help. I am really dedicated to this ball and it helping me get stronger. I really am! So today, I find the pump that came with the 12 year-old ball and SURPRISE!! It has a crack in it. I look for the duct tape. DO you know how much looking one has to do in a house with an accountant (who uses it to fix most anything), a crafty daughter, a Boy Scout and a cute little shadow who follows whatever the other 3 are doing, to find the duct tape? Anyhow, I find it and duct tape the crack and make it work. YES! I get myself on my newly inflated ball. It. Felt. AWESOME! Until. I leaned back a little to far, lost my balance and wound up on the floor...again. Three minutes of aerobic activity. You bet your sweet little non-swollen ass it counts!
I haven't even started with the bands yet. Do I really need to explain why?