I found my very own drill sergeant--Sweetpea!
She is tough, man.
This picture is me fighting her off--saying NO NO NO MORE LEG LIFTS!!!
I told her mommy wants to be less squishy and outlined my goals
-less pop/soday
-less sugar
-more exercise
Thus my very own trainer from hell was born--
mommy! put that down! that has sugar!
Mommy! put that down! that is pop!
mommy! you don't want to be squishy!
and during the pilates tape?
her leg is higher mommy! get your leg up like her!
(pats my head while i wheeze) you're doing great mommy!
don't stop! go go go! (when I attempt to lie down on my mat)
It's good I have her as I started off badly--no gym membership forms were completed.
I've decided not to delude myself--I'M NEVER GOING TO GO!
I bargained wheedled nagged S into agreeing that a treadmill is a necessary purchase when the tax man returns the money.
However, that is two months away...
In the meantime I did some other aerobic activiteees:
1) rearranged furniture in every room in the house
this counts b/c I was breathing hard and I was sore the next day
2)shoveled the driveway two times
ditto
3)did a pilates tape one time
So by my reckoning I count this as 3-4 workouts, the furniture being 2
I don't feel thinner yet, but I feel sore!
hopefully the thin will come :)
WOO HOO. thats more than my sad ass did.
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Ya know...in my book----just plain ol breathin' ought to count for something. It's burnin' SOME calories, right?
ReplyDeleteThen you take away the pop and some extra sugars---you are WAY ahead of the game.
I haven't been on the dreadmill since I ate two cookie dough dinners in the past week!
Maybe this weekend. I'm not signing any contracts, though :0)
thanks ladies! after that burst of energy came christmas and a week off with sweetpea at home, and back to square one :) it's a new year though, here's hoping htis week will be better
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