Okay my fellow blog readers....here it goes.
THIS girl needs some real accountability. Are you in? Yes. I am giving you full permission to ride my hiney (because, believe me, I have enough for you to ride on at the moment) to get myself back into shape.
How did this all come about? I'm glad you asked.
I've been on the hunt for the perfect dress for my bro-in-law's wedding at the end of the month. I have had limited time to do so and the time that I have had, I've had no luck in finding anything worth stepping out in, or it looked like something a 13 yr old would wear or it was way out of my price range.
One of the many reasons I hate shopping. I used to love it! But, two babies later and it's kept me a bit more "window browsing".
Anyways, so during this process yesterday, I happen to get a glance of my hiney in the dressing room. I was able to hold in my shriek of horror and become completely motivated to get this "flab in the cab" back into shape.
I figured my backside doesn't qualify for "junk in the trunk" but almost.
Thank goodness I found a very cute dress at one of my favorite retail therapy shops and felt like this entire trip was a success.
Good things do come from those who wait.
So, my fellow bloggers, I am telling you that I will be getting my "FIC" outdoors to do some major running. I have an offer from my hot husband to clean the entire house from top to bottom (using my "list" mind you-because I'm so laid back) if I can make it the entire "mile loop" without stopping.
I know. You're asking me why I haven't done that already. Well, my sweet friend, it's because this girl can't make it around the block without wheezing for 3 days afterwards.
So, excuse me. Ahem. I think I am going to get over myself and head outside. But for real...kick my FIC. I'll post about my dietary changes tomorrow.
My hot husband is so proud. Sheesh. Being married to a therapist is one thing. Now, being married to a therapist who runs marathons and now over-saw me type this entry is really going to be an issue. :)