So I posted this comment on a friends blog and decided that it was definitely post worthy, so here it is! I recommitted myself to the insane asylum (aka gym) last week! It was pretty close to our 1 year anniversary (it had been a year since I had BEEN to the gym!) and I thought that it was only fitting that I spend it with 'gym'. He and I have a love/hate relationship and for a year now it has been in the hating phase. But the other day I took a look in the mirror at my naked butt, started dry heaving (sorry to be so graphic, but were friends, you can handle it :-) and decided that I needed to rekindle 'gym' and mine relationship. So I am back on the wagon (or treadmill) and recommitted to keeping 'gym' a daily (or at least every OTHER day) part of my life. SIGH.... goodbye cottage cheese!
Seriously though, I was so down in the dumps that my hubby (who has had an ongoing love affair with 'gym' for about six years) suggested that I go. I finally relented and it actually made me feel so much better. Today my gluteous maximus (sp?) is screaming at me, so I just yelled back at it "This is for your own good...so simmer down down there!"
So it has been two weeks since I recommitted myself and so far so good, I have visited 'gym' every other day. I have found that nap time is the best time to go, Chris stays home with Faze and I head off to see 'gym'.
Here's to not having to suck in my gut just to do up my pants!!
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