Healthy Living for Mom: Workout Music

I've rediscovered a lot of great workout music that had been hanging out in my iTunes library. Here are my favorites.
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There are days when the only thing that gets me motivated to get on the treadmill in my basement is the fact that I get to listen to my music while I walk/run. Most of my workout music is inappropriate for small ears. Hence the appeal. Nothing says “me time” like a little Lady GaGa or Nickleback (NO JUDGING) in my headphones.

Favorite pari, by skullcandy.

Favorite pair, by skullcandy.

Before starting this Healthy Living series, I hadn’t worked out in quite awhile. This meant that I got to rediscover a lot of great workout music that had been hanging out in my iTunes library.

Here are a few of my old favorites and some recent downloads:

Love You Madly, Cake 

Footloose, Blake Shelton

Candyman, Christina Aguilera

Freedom, George Michael

Paris (Ooh La La), Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

On The Floor, Jennifer Lopez

Spaceman, The Killers

Born This Way, Lady GaGa

Gotta Be Somebody, Nickelback

Good Life, OneRepublic

Streetcorner Symphony, Rob Thomas

Come With Me, Puff Daddy

Dog Days Are Over, Glee Cast

You Give Love a Bad Name, Bon Jovi

Juicy, Better Than Ezra 

Rag Doll, Aerosmith

Too bad I didn’t pop those earbuds in at some point in the last week. Might have helped prevent my FIVE POUND GAIN.

What? Someone had to eat those leftovers. And watch movies. And stay in her jammies all day.

MY WEEKLY STATS

  • Starting Weight: 195.5 pounds
  • Week Eighteen Weight: 182 pounds ( +5 pound / -13.5 pounds total)
  • Goal Weight: 165 lbs

Tell me I’m not alone in relishing the holiday goodies...and share your guilty pleasure workout songs. I can’t be the only one that secretly likes Nickelback.

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