I really don’t know how many times I have started working out only to make up some fabulous excuses (If I do say so myself) to quit. Well, maybe not quit…just not continue for a bit. Normally every deployment meant a new workout commitment. The Husband would deploy and I was on it! Then month two or three came around and the lack of sleep, overwhelming schedule, and emotional eating (<—see, I told you there were fabulous excuses! ) made working out just another thing I *should* be doing, but could easily live without it.
Now that the Husband is on Shore Duty, I’m finding it really hard to come up with excuses. So, today is DAY 1. I went for a walk/run down to the beach and back. Going down to the beach is fun because it is all down hill. I ran the entire thing. Coming back up was another story. I came to the conclusion that I don’t like hills. The only way I can see ever having a positive relationship with them is if they turn my butt from a jiggling mess into sculpted hotness.
And that leads me to another thought. I want a before picture, but who in the world to you want to take your fat picture!? Normally you get into a bikini or sports bra and look all sad while sticking out your gut. This is a best friends job in my opinion, but mine is in another country. I could ask my husband, but I really don’t care to point out all my flaws when he seems to think they don’t exists. Some would argue that it would be the honest thing to do in a marriage. Ha. No thank you. I enjoy the way he looks at me now. I guess it’s up to me, my phone and the bathroom mirror. Should be entertaining.
Wish me LUCK! And if you want to join me and my antics, let’s go.