When we first arrived to our apartment, we were thrilled to have a gym just a few steps from our front door. Greg and I made goals and kept them...for awhile. But now, life has taken over and finding time to schedule in our workouts has taken a backseat to the demands of our everyday lives.

But you may be surprised to read that I feel no guilt. Today I realized that my day is comprised of a workout schedule of its own.

My workout includes carrying a 20+ pound weight nearly everywhere I go. To the car. To the pool. To the office. To the mailbox. Up the stairs. Around New York. All around the apartment. My biceps are getting a workout. I woke up with sore arms this morning. This grueling workout is not for the faint of heart. Or the faint of arms.

My workout includes pitching balls to a son who has an incredible stamina for baseball. When I start to lose steam, I say "Okay Jackson, only 5 more pitches."

" Okay," he says. "But don't count!" This makes for some long throwing sessions.

My workout includes an obstacle course through our apartment. Pick up the laundry in one hand, empty popsicle wrappers in the other hand, while trying to keep from stepping on the goldfish littered on the floor and walking slowly enough that I don't trip on my son who is crawling under me and eating goldfish as he goes.

My workout consists of carrying a three-year old to timeout several times each day when he spits water on the wall, tries to "ride" his brother, or uses his hands for destructive purposes. The balance and strength to carry 35 pounds of wriggling, angry weight, is no small feat indeed.

So for now, my gym key may go unused, and my workout videos may be gathering dust, but my motherhood workout is in full swing. If anyone would like a free trial of this revolutionary exercise regimen, contact a mother near you, or feel fee to come watch my kids for a few hours, it is guaranteed to leave you exhausted.