Oh, the good old days, exercising while pregnant . . .
Okay, I am getting fat. This is going in the wrong direction — summer is upon us! Aaah! My weight is okay, but I am just so out of shape! I am wearing the same four pants over and over again because I refuse to break out the box of size 8 jeans, yet I just can’t bring myself to work out. I have no interest. What happened? I was the spinning queen before I had Landon; I even went spinning with him in my belly until I got so big that I was hitting it/him with my knees (I figured that was a good time to stop)! And I met Don at his yoga class! No more, sister . . .
I took a walk a few days ago and it was lovely, but not lovely enough for me to want to do it every day, or at least every day it is nice outside. Today I poked out my nose for a minute to go to the laundry room, but that was it. I knew I would beat myself up about it, but still, I had every excuse to stay indoors — the laundry had to be put away, my blog layout was falling apart, I had to talk to a Web designer, ten articles were waiting to be edited . . . excuses, excuses. Why do we do this to ourselves? Maybe I can make up for it by drinking eight glasses of water, like my doctor told me to after that scary “stroke” episode? Don is right, not an hour goes by that I don’t eat something. Thank goodness I am still breastfeeding, or I would be 200 pounds!