My Boy is a Mess, Literally | Raising the Boys

Guys, I know - I know... another post about the boys? 

Well YEAH.

When you have two boys and they pretty much consume your entire life ... most of my chaotic life is about them.

So suck it up.

I wanna talk about cleaning rooms. 

Who else has a fight with their child overtime it's "cleaning day?"

Yeah, we have a cleaning day because of all the fights we get into. Like, if it's not scheduled, all hell breaks loose. Like, it still does, but it's more like Hiroshima chaos instead of my life is over chaos.

Is there a difference? 

I suppose not, but at least I can use the argument, "You know it's Sunday and it's CLEANING DAY."

Guys, my eldest ... he could live in a pig-stye and not mind it one bit.

Not ONE bit.

Like, he will bitch and moan all day about cleaning his room ... eventually it'll get done -- like 5 days later, but it's somewhat picked up. I can at least see the floor.

Give him 5 minutes of "play time" and the room is wrecked again. I don't get it.

I'm not OCD in like everything has to be perfect ... I'm not super germaphobic, but I don't like clutter and there does come a point where I'll look at the kitchen sink and be like, "What in the F? This place is a disaster and we need to clean."

I have him do his own laundry because I'm tired of doing loads upon loads every weekend. He complains about folding the clothes. I told him to hang his clothes then ... NOPE. Where do they end up?

On the Ground.

Next to the dirty clothes ...

Then guess what? Now we don't know what's clean or dirty.

What in the actual hell?!

Also, his idea of cleaning is pushing all the crap/toys/paper/whatever to the corners of the room. Because, "mom, you can see the floor."

OH EM GEE.

Boy! This is not clean! it smells in here and if you were to vacuum right now, all your tiny legos would be sucked up. GET THIS ROOM CLEAN!

Now before y'all start offering up ideas on how to make this process simpler ... lemme tell you what we have tried:

1) A timer - we set a time limit for him to clean. If he completes it in time (properly) he gets a reward (extra outside time, a date night ...ect.) If he doesn't, okay that's fine we will continue on our day but he will not get any rewards or normal play time until it is cleaned.

2) A picture board - I actually took an hour and half and cleaned his room with him explaining exactly how I want it to look. I took pictures of everything. We made a chart that stated "This is how my room looks clean." So this is more of a visual cue of what a clean room looks like.

3) Saying "F - it" as long the toys are in the toy box and the clothes are hung, and I can see the floor -- it's clean. All he had to do was throw toys (unorganized) into boxes off the floor and hang his clothes. Oh, and ensure his bed is made (comforter neat with pillows piled nicely). That's IT!

4) Taking all his stuff away - He's complained that he has too much of a mess (meaning too much stuff), so I took everything away. All he had was his bed and clothes. But somehow, even THEN his room would be full of paper trash and the clothes all over the place. He could care less that he had no toys.

5) Forgetting about the mess - The therapist told us to "ignore the mess." Uh ... okay. So I just closed the door to his room. Two months later the mess was so unbearable, I went in and cleaned the shit up. So what did that teach him? If I wait long enough, mom will do it for me.

6) Threatened his life ... no not really ... but sorta. It just doesn't work. I don't ask for much. I just want it to be tidy. I wasn't a super clean child either and I remember arguing with my parents about my room ... but I cleaned it when told to do so. I just don't get it.

So after all that ... you guys have any other suggestions? I may or may not listen because frankly ... I've given up. I throw in the towel. I will forever be cleaning up after him and his spouse in the far future will be doing the same thing.

Poor poor soul.

Good luck out there peeps!

A Child's Worth is Challenged | Raising the Boys

So I’m going to confess something … I really don’t WANT to because I know I’ll get some backlash on this. Whether the backlash is said in public, behind a computer screen, or mumbled under your breath.

BUT

I feel like I NEED to confess this.

My eldest … my behavioral challenged son,  got suspended from school the other day because he brought a knife to school.

And not just a pocket knife, but a military grade knife.

Why you ask?

Because – and this is in his own words – he wanted to prove his worth to another child.

Yeah.

So --- This post is going to hit on three things here: the importance of teaching weapon safety, the importance to know a military child versus a civilian child, and child self esteem.

ONE – Obviously we agree with the school and the punishment and all that shit. I mean, I get it. It was a dumb thing my son did and luckily no one got hurt. And blah blah blah. I get it. To further his punishment, I made him write an essay on the importance of weapon safety and why we don’t bring weapons to school. He honestly didn’t think what he was doing was a bad choice. He just wanted to show off the knife. In the end, he cut himself. Not horribly, but he actually hurt himself in the process. So, really – he taught himself the importance of weapon safety.  He will read his essay to the princpals and his teacher – hopefully in front of the class so that he gets some “public shaming” peer-to-peer learning as well.

TWO – This leads me to the whole military child versus a civilian child. He brought to school a military grade knife. Not your typical Swiss Army Knife, but a knife that is longer than 6 inches and could do a lot of damage. If it had been about a half inch larger, he would have been expelled.

I get it. He shouldn’t have done this. I do, I really, truly understand why he was punished and that he F’d up. BUT – now hear me out, he’s the child of two military parents, two military grandparents, and 4 military great grandparents. It’s in his genes to not be normal when it comes to weapons.

Military child know about war. The hazards, the victims, the reason, and the allure. They make anything into guns, anything into knives, and anything becomes a bad guy versus good guy. Because that’s whats ingrained into their brains from birth. ESPECIALLY the military child of today. We have been at war for their entire lives. The chance of them having a parent or other family member at war is super ridiculous – even know the toll of multiple deployments. Face it civilian world, when a military child does anything – they’re going to do it to the fullest of MILITARY. So of course the kid he wanted to show off to had a smaller knife … he doesn’t have access to military grade knives! My child wanted to prove something and he did, “My knife is bigger (and cooler) than yours.”

THREE – Which brings me to conclude with a child’s self-esteem.  After our initial shock/anger of our sweet, 10 year old child bringing a weapon to school, things calmed down and I asked him why he did it. He shook his head and looked down at the ground. He had gotten caught with a knife that another student (rightfully so) told the teacher about and my son was going to be in really big trouble.

He eventually narc’d out another child who had brought a knife to school that day too – a child that my son seems to get into trouble with all the time. Who’s the bad influence here? I’m going to say the other child … because, well, I’m defending my child. LOL but that’s not the point. The point is, my son got teary-eyed and said, “[Child’s name] told me I meant nothing to him.”

Ouch.

I know right? My son continued to explain that this child is sometimes nice to him but most of the time he’s mean. I asked why he hangs out with this child then, and he shrugged his shoulders. Obviously, this child has some sort of power over my son, that my son will pretty much do anything for him. And I can relate.

Growing up, I had a “friend” who I would have done anything for just to get her to notice me or show my value to her. I get it. Friends are everything at this age. Children value their peer’s praise. They set their own worth on how others see them. And I don’t know how to fix that. I’ve, on multiple occasions, told my son how much he’s worth and the only person who can decide his worth is HIM.

But it’s not that easy is it?

How can we help our children see their worth? Our children are losing a battle right now. Society is changing so quickly and value/worth is seen through interaction with others  - and that is skewed because interaction with others sit behind computer screens now.  Children are committing suicide due to cyber-bullying. I mean, what the hell is wrong with our society right now?

Even though my son’s interaction with this other child was face to face and not over the internet, it was still very potent. Someone telling him he was nothing set into motion a series of events that lead to poor decisions on my son’s part. Luckily, no one was injured and hopefully we have taught him a lesson. But how dare that child say that.

And where do you think that child learned that? I’m not insinuating anything, but apparently, we (as parents/guardians) need to be better mentors to our children. They hear everything. They will mimic what they see. Be kind people … be kind.

And lock up your knives.

My Yoga Journey | 'Werk it' Out Wednesday

It all started when I saw a Facebook post from our on-post PX shopping center. 

Fort Bliss has a place called "Freedom Crossing." And it's pretty baller.

It not only hosts our PX, but also hosts the Class Six, a Starbucks, our food court, an Under Armor Store, an Irish Pub, a beautiful women's clothing store, The Dollar Tree, Buffalo Wild Wings, a Texas Roadhouse, and many other awesome stores.

Basically, it's pretty rad and you should check it out the next time you're on Fort Bliss.

But to continue my story, one of the "fast food" restaurants Healthy Pizza, was offering free sunset yoga on the lawn of Freedom Crossing. Now, I've done yoga in the past and I dug it. But it wasn't something that really REALLY interested me. I just did it to do it.

I decided that my hot mess, stressed out self needed some ME time and told the hubby I was going to try it out and ran out the door.

And I LOVED it.

Every Tuesday evening, I'd head out there and do my thing and feel amazing. This lead to me getting into a holiday challenge with my friend, Chrissy. She challenged me to 12 Days of Yogamas and we ROCKED it!

With the holiday challenge and the free yoga on post, I was totally digging everything that yoga was doing for me ... and still is. BUT - it began to get cold in the desert and the free yoga ended.

I was at a loss.

I needed the motivation to keep doing yoga and face it y'all .... I'm not a good accountability partner to myself.

And then it happened.

Another Facebook post popped up and a local cafe was going to offer free yoga presented by Dare to Dream Yoga and I mean, LOOK AT THIS PLACE!

This location was a dream! And Dare to Dream Yoga's mission is that yoga should be available to anyone and for free. So I was once again hooked!

Every Wednesday, I'd head out to the west side, over the mountain and through the construction. It has become a religion to me. It calms me and allows me to escape from reality for an hour. And for that, I'm very grateful.

I've continued to do Instagram challenges that make me work hard at hitting certain poses in my practice but most of all, to keep me accountable. My strength has improved and I have lost inches due to yoga. However, my eating habits haven't changed. I'm assuming now, but if was I was to lay off the cookies, I'd probably have a significant change in body mass.

Everyone has their way of getting into shape. Not everyone wants to sweat sprinting up a hill carrying a 30 pound tire on their shoulders. 

What needs to happen is: you, moving ... whether it's slow and steady or fast and heavy.

Just move.

And that's the point of 'Werk it' Out Wednesday!

Get it GURL!

Jealousy of Gender Roles | Loving Him

Is it wrong of me to smirk, just a tad, when I leave for a said amount of time and my husband is alone with the children?

Is it wrong of me to heave a sigh of relief when my children act out when my husband has them?

Is it wrong for me to feel some sort of satisfaction that my husband is stressing over all the minuscule tasks of day-to-day life of raising a family and still trying to have a career?

Is it wrong of me to be just a tad disappointed when family members come out to help him while I'm gone?

I mean ... these are all just hypothetical questions, and I would NEVER have these feelings ...

*insert eye roll*

Listen, my husband is awesome and he never complains about having to do extra house chores or watching his own children when mommy needs a break. I'm not saying he's not competent enough to do this on his own, because he very much is.

And I'm lucky for that.

HOWEVER,

(and yes, there's always a however in these sort of posts)

However, I have been through 7 deployments where he was gone anywhere from 9 months to 4/6 months at a time. One of them we were childless but the rest I had one child to two.

And here's the thing.

I made shit happen. 

Was it stressful? Hell yeah!

Was it a pain in the ass? Hell yeah!

But I made it just fine.

I will insert here that I did have help from time to time from family members but mostly because I would have my Army Reserve duty over the weekends and my mother would come out to help. I also had my father-in-law come out when I had a leadership course that was over two weeks long.

BUT - every other day, it was me and the boys.

And we made it.

So, when I leave for two weeks here and a month there, I get frustrated that he has the help from my mother or his mother.

I get it, it is different now because I work from home so our schedule is different. We need someone to care for out littlest full time and the oldest takes the bus home. Husband doesn't get home until after 5pm so the oldest would be home alone for 2 hours ... which, we can't exactly TRUST him to be alone for that amount of time. So I get that we need the extra help.

I really do. 

Though, the littlest could technically go to daycare full time (an added expense that would be a burden, but doable because I am getting paid more tan normal) and the eldest could be picked up from school by dad or hang out at the after school program in his school ... so see? Things could be done to fully immerse my husband into the hell life I endured (and still do) when he leaves.

Alas, I do want to conclude with this:

I am very lucky to have the man I have asa husband. One who takes on the challenges and appreciates what I do every day. He even mentioned to me over the phone the other day that he doesn't know how I do what I do every day. LOL It meant a lot to me for him to actually see everything from my perspective. It's very easy for the spouse who leaves all the time to not understand how hard it really is back home. They've got other things to worry about; the job, the hazards, the monotony, etc.

I try not to feel jealous of the help he gets, because family members are always willing to come to my aide if I was to need it. Yeah, I want him to suffer through what I do, but I'm so very thankful that I have people in our lives that are able to help at the drop of a pin.

Do any of you feel the same way? How do you combat these feelings?

Tired: Parents of ADHD Children | Raising the Boys

So, I read an article the other day HERE, and it infuriated me.

Why?

Because I'm tired of "experts" telling me that my child is just acting like a child.

(Hey, they may actually be considered experts, but I'm still putting the quotes there)

No.

My child is different. 

Is it a mental illness? Is he "just being a boy?" Is it actually ADHD? I don't know. That's why I rely on "experts" to tell me how to help my child.

We have been through four different therapists. Two psychiatrists and we don't seem to be going anywhere.

I'm tired.

I'm so, so, so tired.

I vent. 

I vent to friends, family, social media.

But I always hear the same things -- from people who mean well, but it's still annoying.

"He'll grow out of it."

"He's just super active. He gets it from you."

"He just doesn't know how to control his emotions."

"If you could let him have something to hold, maybe he'd pay attention in class."

"Have you tried taking him off food dyes? Hormones? Make him gluten free?"

Yea people. I have.

Dye-free helped a tad. A Fidget toy gets taken away because it's a distraction according the teacher. He drinks almond milk and pretty much dairy free. No, he won't grow out of it, talked to a teacher who's ADHD the other day and she was one who sympathized with me and told me straight up, he won't grow out of it. But he will someday learn to cope. No, he's not super active like me, he's straight up hyper active ... I like to keep moving, but I can stop when I want. He cannot.

I. have. literally. tried. any. and. everything. to. help. my. child. succeed.

Have I seen a difference?

Yeah, but nothing significant that society wants him to act and be like.

Guys, I even tried giving him COFFEE because I read an article that explained the caffeine would actually slow him down because of his natural high.

Guys. I've read SO MANY ARTICLES on ADHD and the more I read, the more I try and the more I realize - ADHD IS A REAL THING.

ADHD wasn't around "when you were younger" because people didn't know what to look for. You just had "a lazy kid," "the problem child," or the "crazy hyper kid that always got in trouble."

Did you read the article above? The expert who wrote it said it's just a gimmick for pharmaceutical people to get rich and the doctors who prescribe it commission off of it.

"Drug them up."

"Make them zombies so parents can deal and go back to their smart phones uninterrupted."

Whatever. Do not judge parents with children with behavioral problems until you've walked in their shoes for one day.

Hell, I'd give you four hours and you'd want to give the kid back.

I love my son.

But some days, I just want to knock him across the room.

Sociopath.

That word has come up in casual conversation with "experts." Yeah. I may be raising a sociopath. Yay for me. How many of you have raised a sociopath? Borderline psychopath?

He doesn't care (or at least appears to not care) about anyone except himself. He doesn't feel bad when he upsets his brother. Doesn't feel bad when his father and I are talking to him sternly ... or yelling because he hasn't listened to one word we've said to him. Only time he sheds a tear? When it affects him.

I've read articles about ADHD kids who beg their parents to understand them and not yell at them and not get upset when they don't listen, pay attention, or do what they're supposed to do. And other parents will comment and be like, "I'd never say that to my child! How dare they be that mean to their child. This is why some shouldn't pro-create."

Guys. When you are constantly telling someone to do something and they continually don't do that. Don't you get frustrated? Don't you raise your voice? Don't you say things you wish you hadn't?

When you CATCH RED HANDED your child stealing or lying and they continue to tell you that they didn't do it. Or when for the 15th time you've caught him in your closet stealing the iPads you've taken away from him because his search history is a little too mature than what he should be looking at. Or when you catch him stealing the APPLE TV from your room late at night and he says, "I just wanted to watch it while you were asleep because you wouldn't know."

Do you have to turn off the internet at a set time everyday so that he doesn't sneak on to the business computer- to which somehow he figures out the password every time you change it- to look at the internet at things he shouldn't be?

Have you ever left a full grocery shopping cart in the middle of the isle to physically carry your screaming child out of the store because you told him no, he couldn't have the candy bar?

Have you laid in bed late at night staring at the ceiling fan asking yourself what the hell you did wrong to have raised a child who has no empathy? Who doesn't care about consequences or rewards?

Have you locked the bathroom door to cry because your child is in his room throwing toys, punching walls, and screaming because you told him he couldn't play outside until his homework was done?

How many teacher conferences have you been to where you were told, "Oh we know he's a good kid, we just need him to pay attention - to slow down with his work - to control his anger - to stop talking ...."

How many times have you been called to the principal's office to discuss your child's behavior?

I have NEVER been to the principal's office as a child or teenager. I never got in trouble at school. The closest I got into trouble was a truancy letter that got sent home. I now know every single one of my son's principal's by first name and I dread when I see the school's number on my cellphone. I sometimes don't answer it because I'm tired.

I'm tired.

Raising a child is hard. It is. I knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. I knew it would be challenging. But it shouldn't be this difficult.

Is medicating him the best choice?

Yes. For us, it is. And STILL we aren't getting the results we need for society to treat him like the "normal child" they want him to be.

Medication isn't for everyone. I get it. But you'll never see me judging you for your decision, so don't judge me.

I'm embarrassed.

You never know when his tantrum will start or what will set it off. Do yo walk on eggshells? I absolutely hate the stares I get in public when my son is defiant and causes a scene. No one smiles at me and says "you've got this momma. Hang in there."

No. They give dirty looks and walk off and mutter "My child would never do that."

I didn't want to medicate. I tried everything to not medicate. I had seen what Ritalin did to loved ones and I didn't want my son to deal with that. But at this very exact moment, I'm to the point of let's raise his dosage to help him succeed in society. (He doesn't take Ritalin, but he takes numerous other meds).

Is that selfish of me? Yeah sure. But I'm Tired.

A tired momma will pretty much agree to do whatever it takes to help her offspring. You can hate all you want, but until there is proper education given to teachers to deal with ADD and ADHD and to the rest of society, our children will forever be the problem children in school.

They'll be the children that get blamed for any and everything. Why? Because they more than likely did it, BUT more importantly the school system is teaching other children that if they mess up, they can blame the problem children and they will get in trouble, not them.

That's what pisses me off the most.

I witnessed it happen to my son. They were at the playground. A girl pushed him. He pushed back. She cried. Who got in trouble? My son. Should he have pushed her back? No. But she shoved first. Both children should have been punished (or at least talked to). And this was in his kindergarten! Don't even get me started about his current teacher and grade. It's ridiculous.

So before you go judging parents who talk about ADHD or medicating. Walk in their shoes. I can pretty much guarantee that what you're seeing in public is NOTHING to what they deal with second to second in their homes. It's exhausting.

I could write on and on about this, but I know I've already lost you because you can't believe I'm such a horrible mother who can't even put up with her 10 year old.

Well get over it. Like I said, I'm tired.

I'm tired of yelling, punishing, trying new ideas and failing, whining, crying, explaining my child's actions, apologizing, worrying. I'm tired.

Just. Plain. Tired.

F*ck it - A Toddler's Mantra | Raising the Boys

While getting the toddler ready for his tumbling class, he turns around and says,

"When I'm grown up, I can say 'F*ck it."

Yeah.

I just stared at him.

I didn't mean to giggle, but I did.

And he goes, "What? It's true though." 

And shrugs his shoulders and walks into tumbling class.

I grabbed his socks and shoes, sat on the waiting chairs and shook my head.

If only it was that simple. 

AmIright?

Even though a three year old shouldn't be dropping the f-bomb, I was shocked and impressed at the same time.

(And I realized that I really need to watch what I say around that freaking parrot)

Not only did he use it correctly, he used it at the right time you would use it. He really didn't wanna give me his shoes, but I insisted that by me holding onto them, it'd be easier (and faster) to get to the big trampoline. So, he basically gave into wisdom (or so I'd like to think that's why he said what he said) and resisted the urge to argue and possibly cause more problems.

Why can't more adults be like that?

Given today's society climate, wouldn't it just be better to accept the "F*ck it" mantra?

Now, don't get me wrong -- yes, we should still stand up for what we believe is right and not give into pressure (with the proper research, knowledge and morals). 

BUT

When you reach a point of no return when you're shouting one thing and the other is shouting another and neither of you are ever going to agree and the argument is going no where...

Can you just reach a point where we can just say "F*ck it? Let's agree to disagree? Can you just hear me out?"

No, we are never going to reach that point.

Why?

Because we are humans. 

We will fight to our very last dying breath.

My point in all this?

That my toddler taught me a big lesson today. 

Not every argument is worth the win. You have to listen with reason. And sometimes, just sometimes ...

"F*ck it" is just the appropriate response. 

Playground Workout | 'Werk it Out' Wednesday

New Year, New You bullshit right?

2017 has come in like a storm and it's already the 4th day.

Don't get me wrong y'all ... I fully support any and every one who wants to get up off their asses to move. Whether it's walking around the block, doing 5 pushups, or joining a gym.

I love that.

Because I was there once.

I was just had my first child. I thought the weight would magically melt away because, shit, I was only 23 years old! My metabolism was still hight and I could eat a tub of cookie dough and not gain a pound.

Well ... I was wrong.

The weight didn't magically go away. And I was the heaviest I had been in a like .... ever. I'm not going to put down a number because my "heavy" isn't someone else's "heavy." I know there are heavier people out there, but for my build and my esteem. I was too heavy.

I had to get up off my ass and start back at it. I had to run. I had to lift weights. And I had to learn not to eat the entire tub of cookie dough.

So guys, I get it. We all start some where. What I want you guys to realize is that, just because it's a new year doesn't mean its a NEW you.

You have to work hard. You have to stay motivated and you have to lean on other for support.

Trust me, my motivation comes and goes. Sometimes I wanna run the length of the country and sometimes I just wanna pull the covers up and go to sleep. BUT -- I have motivators that come in all different ways.

1 - my sons. They look up to me. I have to stay healthy for them. I want to be here when they give me my grandchildren. Hell, I wanna be here for my grandchildren's children!

2 - I have health buddies who keep me accountable. They ensure I get to workouts. Ask how I am and are just there for me if my motivation just isn't.

3 - myself. I wanna be that hot mom -- with a few dimples of skin, mom-sag boobs and just a few wrinkles. I want to feel good about myself. I want to say that I look this way because I work hard for it ... well, I work for it... lol sometimes I think I should've pushed harder and didn't. And sometimes I just want that tub of cookie dough!

4 - my workout app. Yeah. LOL. That thing will make you feel like shit when it dings "congratulations! you've met your goal of 1 hour of sitting!" Yeah... I like seeing, "You maxed out on miles this week!" Not "Hey lazy-ass ... congrats ... you wasted another day staring at Facebook dreaming of those healthy, buff women who only eat Kale." 

5 - my sanity. I've noticed that when I skip workouts - or just the interaction with other adults - my stress level is higher, I have a shorter temper, and I just plain feel like shit. 

6 - Instagram challenges. Not only do I get to figure out a new and creative way to take a "proof" picture, it also keeps me accountable because I don't want my challengers to doubt my commitment and I want that damn prize! ;)

Guys, find your motivation. Take 2017 by the cajones and get healthy. But remember, you'll still be you. The new you will still be the same ol' person who loves cookie dough; who wants to sleep in; who wants extra butter on the popcorn; who really doesn't wanna go to the gym; and who still wants to be better.

You are awesome.

You will succeed.

And you can become a better you.

But you'll always be Y.O.U.

Let's start off the new year with these moves for a playground work out! I know you're going as crazy as I am with these buggers home during winter vacation. Don't worry guys, one 4 more days and school starts! ;)

Have fun and good luck!

(see below for work out!)

How the workout works:

Let the kids run free at the playground while you work on your HIIT. I only have three exercises today, so do them for however long you can do it. We jog to and from the park so that is our cardio, you can also throw in jumping jacks or burpees to add cardio to your HIIT!

Start with a timer of 40 seconds on and 20 seconds rest. Do all three exercises and then repeat for however long you can go.

Jump ups (Box jumps) -- be safe! Start low and work your way up! If jumping up on a ledge or  bench or playground step scares you, just step up onto them working your way up to a jump.

Step up with leg lift (alternate legs) -- using bench, step of playground, ledge, step up and lift leg behind you to tighten your rear-end. Alternate legs each time.

Elevated pushups using bench -- Using a table, ledge, bench, do close handed pushups keeping your elbows tucked into your sides. This works your triceps - no more "bat wings" for you!

Disclaimer:  I am not a doctor or health coach or any one qualified to tell you what you can and can't do with your body. You are the judge of how each exercise feels. If it hurts, don't do it. If you get hurt  doing an exercise I suggest, it's ultimately your decision to try the workout. I just offer suggestions to stay moving.