If you're a devoted reader (AKA my loving and/or guilt-tripped friends and family) you might remember the short posts I wrote about spinning classes last year. Or maybe you don't, because like me you've blocked the painful memories from your mind. Maybe you thought I was just doing you a favor by keeping my sore-butt updates to myself since then... well, to tell you the truth my butt is neither sore NOR made of steel at this point. I am a total quitter. I am hiding my head in shame right now. Really. I would have kept going if it hadn't been such a challenge to get Aidan to the daycare there -- he's not a big fan of unfamiliar situations and I felt like I was trying to wrestle an angry octopus into submission every morning.
Let me be perfectly clear that I'm not trying to make excuses for myself, since I am the one who decided to stop trying to wrestle the angry octopus into daycare. I'm just explaining the circumstances surrounding my decision to be a pansy-assed shame-faced buns-of-steel-creating-spinning-class quitter. Just in case you were wondering. 'Cause maybe you were, right?
Anyway. So flash forward to April 16 (woohoo for me getting my taxes submitted yesterday, by the way) -- is anyone surprised that I still haven't lost my baby weight? I've compiled a list of reasons why this may be so:
- It's supposed to be much harder to lose the weight after your second pregnancy.
- 17 months isn't THAT long... right? I'm totally chipping away the stone, I swear.
- It gets really cold here in the winter. Like I'm going to go running in this.
- There were some really cold mornings last Fall too, if I remember correctly. And I'm sure I do.
- Oh yeah, and I'm kind of lazy when it comes to that kind of stuff.
Take that, ass. (my ass.... wasn't calling you one.)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment