Whoa! Finally dragged my ever expanding backside to the gym and had a decent workout. Came home and was amazed at how patient I was with the kids and how calm I felt in general, depite it being dinner/bath time which is always hectic.
A very reliable source once told me that three days of moderate exercise a week is equivalent to a mild anti-depressant. Now if that doesn't get me to the gym regularly, I don't know what will!
I used to be a gym rat--I loved the smell of the rubber mats, the bashing of the metal weights, the buzz of the treadmill. When I was single and childless, I could plan my day around going to the gym. Ahh, the good old days. I wish I could just spend all day at the gym--I reckon I would be a much nicer person to be around!
And with any luck I will fit back into my skinny jeans before my birthday rolls around--and stay that way until Christmas. Just need to conquer the food addiction. Looks like it's going to be a busy year.
Come on, skinny me!
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