My Workout Routine Has ADHD (And I'm Not Mad About It)

For the past six or seven months, I've been consistently showing up to Pilates reformer classes at a local studio — getting out of the house (a non-negotiable when you work from home in New York in January), finding community, and rebuilding strength after my third baby. It worked. I loved it. I got into genuinely great shape.

And then I got bored.

Did I mention I have ADHD?

This is the part nobody talks about: something can be working, can be good, can be the thing that finally clicked, AND your brain can still tap out without warning. It's not a character flaw. It's just how I'm wired. So instead of forcing it, I leaned in and went back to what's always been my fallback: working out at home.

Here's what I'm loving right now. Fit with Coco for mat Pilates — low impact in the best possible way, the kind where you're shaking by minute ten and genuinely shocked by what 2-lb ankle weights can do. Sydney Cummings when I need someone to actually motivate me, the kind of trainer who makes you feel like you can do one more rep even when you absolutely do not want to. And Madelaine Rascan for strength training with a side of humor — no-nonsense, genuinely funny, built for real life.

All you need is a mat, some weights (or, honestly, water bottles), and a phone. That's it. The barrier to entry is basically nothing, which means the only thing standing between you and feeling stronger is pressing play.

Moving your body is cool. Building strength is even cooler.