My family treated me to the sweetest gift this morning, probably unbeknownst to them. I weigh myself every day. I know the trainers and diet books say it is a huge no-no, but I do. It keeps me on track … Continue reading
Some days, all I ask for is the basics: a cup of some sort of caffeinated beverage AND the time to drink it, 2 minutes to cleanse and moisturize– mascara can wait, a potty break of my own.
I took on running this morning, as promised in my pledge to take over the workouts of my dear friend. It wasn’t pretty. I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t even run all of it. I did, however, do it, and my calves and quads are hating me for it. I even made it to tonights tennis class, but I wasn’t footloose and fancy free. I haven’t run in probably 10 years, unless you count playing with the girlies, and no matter what tight-tushed celebrities might tell you, THAT is not what keeps them in shape. It was time for me though. Just me, TheBaby in a jog stroller, and some Spotify IndieKids tunes to motivate and entertiain. I may not have liked it, but I was smiling, and there is a good chance I’ll do it again tomorrow. This is a good plan. 🙂