A Few Days Behind
Here we are, almost a whole week into the new year and have done no significant exercise regime. It is not from a lack of desire. The hours and days have slipped away. By 9:00 p.m., I am wiped out. My getting healthy plan has been a bit lack-luster.
The three year old has morphed into a busy, busy child. Yesterday, we went to the grocery store, where much wailing and gnashing of teeth occurred when I tried to put her in the cart. By the end of the adventure, we went to the bathroom twice, and I was ready to leave the cart in the aisle. There is something about my child’s ability to stiffen her legs and blatant refusal to get in the damn cart, leaves me exhausted. The screaming like I was torturing her was awesome too. I especially loved the stares and eye rolls I captured out of the corner of my eye. I vowed to never, ever, neva, neva, neva take to the grocery store again. Sigh. The energy she has should be bottled.
Today is a new day though. I have had a perfect angel of a child today. She is at least keeping the little devil horns at bay—for now. After dinner, I have all intentions of working out come hell or high water. I put on a pair of jeans today, fresh out of the dryer, and have to say, I liked what I saw. I can breathe! Woot! That is important. Last time I put them on, I had to do the tight jeans dance to zip them up. I almost had to jump from the bedpost into them. Not this time though! Progress, progress!





