Hubs has taken it upon himself, this new year, to improve his health and start working out. I can tell you, I usually get on a 2 weeks kick, and then give up. It’s not that I want to die a bon-bon eating, lounging, death (actually, that sounds lovely!), it’s just that I’m allergic to exercise. In fact, if I even say “exercise”, I have to wash my mouth out with chocolate. (dues to my Nana on the long-running joke :)).
|Fat and Happy.|
But, swim suit season has poked it’s ugly head into the apparel section of Target. Red will want to get in the water and splash. With the Mama. UGH. Now I have to get rid of the last few baby pounds in order not to look like the above kitty.
Hubs ran 2 miles in the morning. I could walk that, right? Along with 15 pounds of stroller and 23 pounds of baby up a hill – right?! Yup. Let’s go right after Red’s nap. Except there was more awake than napping.
Which forced me into my decision earlier than would have been normal. RATS. Okay – we got out of the neighborhood, hung a right and off we went. Down the hill. Red was loving the wind, trees, everything about being outside. Sucking happily on the paci and I was sweating, huffing, and pushing my yoga-panted booty down the street.
We got all the way down, and all the way back to the front of the neighborhood. YES! Red started to fuss a little bit. All that exertion had worn him out, and he needed his paci again. My face fell. Where was the paci? And the entire Paci Grip?!
That meant, somewhere along the way, fate decided to laugh it’s ass off at me and cause me to go alllll the way back and find it. So we turned around. And powered walked it again.
|In the middle of the sidewalk, laughing.|
We found the darn thing in the middle of the walk, lounging in the sunshine. I suppose it’s better that we walked an extra mile. It means swim suit season can shove it, because I’m getting my booty in gear sooner, rather than later. And I saved $7 by back-tracking to get Red’s supplies. I know he’s happier about it.
It’s just that now, my booty hurts, and… *ACHOO!* Wait, I think I’m still allergic to this mess.