I’ve been almost a week without getting on the scale, but tomorrow is the day of reckoning. I meet with the personal trainer at the gym (included with my new membership) and I’m sure the Scale will be part of the whole evaluation process.
This week I just don’t care! Seriously, this week I’ve had bigger things to deal with. Couch to 5K, for one which is kicking my ass. I’m on week two, which means I run for 60 seconds and walk for 2 minutes. Don’t laugh. It’s really very hard. I discovered quite by accident this morning at 7 a.m. which was the only time I had today to get out there, that the 30 minute run/walk routine is actually quite a bit easier when you’re not doing it in midday Florida heat. Who knew?
Then I came home and did yoga. Do you hate me now? I kind of do. People who work out all the time are dorks. People who talk about working out all the time are dorks squared. It’s just that- I have to suck this all in, do as much as I can in the time that I have left this summer, before school starts and I go back to being THE CARETAKER with a child who hates the jogging stroller and a gym without a day care.
In other news, my two year old heard my husband yell “fucking bullshit!” at the Xbox the other day and picked that day to start impersonating a parrot. Also, the child got up from his nap the other day and came to my doorway, stood there and exclaimed “what the hell!”. Combined with standing in his chair at the dinner table to announce when he farts, I would imagine there will be very few cotillions in our future. Ah, well.