Earlier this fall, I battled a cold that morphed into bronchitis. Walking up and down our basement stairs winded me, so I stopped working out. One week turned into two, turned into three. Once I started to feel better, I knew it was time to head back to Orange Theory, but inertia had set in. Driving Heath to school in my pajamas, then coming home to work at my desk in sweats and fuzzy socks had become my new norm. So, in an effort to break out of this sedentary rut, I employed these tricks: