Ok, so… I’m not quite the skinny gal I used to be. I’ll admit it, I was 115 pounds when I married Drew, and I am almost 80 pounds more than that right now as my fat buttocks sits in front of this computer (sigh, that is SERIOUSLY so depressing to me, and I’m glad that I’ve finally gotten it off my chest). SO, I’m going to do something about it. My friend Shannon and I have challenged each other to DO SOMETHING about it — I mean, even if you don’t lose a ton of weight, at least you feel like you’re doing something… right? So, each day I’m going to update how I’m DOING something, and how I feel about myself, and y’all can just drool with boredome as you read my blog. I’d challenge the rest of you to try (Elizabeth, Shannon, Dad… I know you’ve already started) and update me too. I am sure encouragement can only help us… right?
Anyway, today I walked with Conner and Spencer (Spencer in the stoller, Conner on bike — so we did stop a bit so he could tell me how HARD he was working) about 20 minutes… I’m sure it was less than a mile (sorry glum smile) but I’m going to try and increase (Conner was REALLY whining this morning, hence the short distance, also… he doens’t like to cross streets, which makes our routing a little interesting). BUT, I did run 3 of those blocks and if anything it reminded me HOW MUCH fat I have on my buns… since it all shakes vigrously as I “race” down the road. I do feel better about myself today, and I worked in the yard for about 15 minutes, doing some squatting as I pulled dead flowers off…
Ok… you guy’s turn now!
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