Exercise

I admit, I've been a couch potato for a while...
(feeling like crud for two months didn't help matters)

I found a spiffy new jump rope that doesn't twist up, and have been doing some light jump roping this past month. Now that I'm getting kind of big, I'll probably phase that out by the third trimester. I did buy a work out video designed for pregnancy, but it has been sitting in pristine plastic-wrap condition until yesterday. Guilt finally motivated me to get off my rump.

Matthew and I got out our floor mats, weights, and step-stools and had at it.

Today my jello thighs are screaming at me, "YOU FOOL! What were you thinking!?" Ugh. 'Course Matthew, just as chipper as can be says, "Let's exercise again Mama!" Groan. He got out the mats and set up the DVD expectantly.

So we exercised. During which time Melissa mostly tried to climb over and on me whenever opportunity presented itself. (It's hard doing push ups with a 2 year old on your back! Get off!) Right now Matthew is fresh and full of energy. I wish I could say likewise, but I feel like someone pummeled my body with stones. It takes what, six weeks to make a habit? I'll give it that...but I sure hope I don't feel like chewed up gum for the whole duration...