So it occurred to me today that I need to exercise. I mean I REALLY need to get in shape. My kids took home an aerobics video for kids from church (I thought it would be hilarious to watch them do it). So after laughing at them for 5 minutes, I decided to try it and it KILLED me. I hate to even admit it, but I did like 3 minutes and was like "Mommy needs to take a break". Yeah. not cool.
I am realizing that I am getting older. Not old, but older. I keep reading and hearing the phrase "use it or lose it" and I am thinking that I have already lost a lot of "it".
So, I am going to have to do something. I just have to come up with a plan. Our bike trailer/smooth pushing stroller broke, Jori's legs aren't long enough to ride a bike or keep up with a "brisk" walking pace. I can try my regular stroller, but it isn't the smoothest ride. I am going to have to do something. I really want a treadmill. I always try to convince Darin that I would actually use it, unlike the many others who buy them and use them for a clothes rack, but even if he did think I would use it, we don't have the funds for such a purchase at this time.
I went shopping on Saturday and when I saw my legs in the mirror all I could think was there is NO way I am wearing a bathing suit this summer. Hello cottage cheese thighs. I mean HUGE dimples. When did this happen? I am guessing it was between package number 10-11 of Double Stuf Oreos. Gah.
So that is my confession. I don't feel too badly putting it out for everyone to see, because you all don't really comment anyway (if you are still even reading) so it kind of gets me off the hook. : )