Back in August I talked about "Embracing My Softness" really learning to love those 2 ziplock baggies of butter-like chunks hanging off my back under my bra line...I also vowed to put the ice cream down, get off my arse & go to the gym...


In the two months since, a few things have happened that I'd just love to share with y'all...



1- As with each new season, a new snack comes into play...Summer obviously is ice cream and Fall brought with it something really special...I swear to God the last 15 pounds of baby weight to lose is all Chicago Mix...This stuff is beyond and goes down my hatch faster than anything else I've been addicted to...Since the last bag I devoured in 2 days, it has been banned from our house...


2- While a lot of my friends have been running bloody marathons and the such, I've been lucky to make it to a handful of "relaxing Tai Chi type yoga-ish" classes...And let's just take a moment to talk about, really apologize to the the person behind me, or anyone who has had the unfortunate viewpoint in class to get a glimpse of my arse...As if I wasn't feeling bad enough in my run-down Old Navy leggings and big baggy t-shirt beside the hottest, little thang all decked out in lululemon gear- I realized a handful of classes later, when doing a move that enabled me to look through my legs into the mirror behind me, that my old rundown leggings were completely see-through from behind...There I was all proud of myself for nailing the move only to almost topple over in shock seeing my bright zebra underwear completely shining though...



3- So that of course threw me off for a bit...Used it as my excuse to take er easy until my brother convinced me to go to this CX-bull-shite-30-min-ABS-class...I got in there raring to go, with a brand new pair of cheap Old Navy leggings and numerous bum checks...I purposely set my mat up at the very back of the room so that no one had to see my sorry arse...The lady if front of me was older than my own mother and when I asked if the class was hard, she just kinda smirked at me...Naively I thought if she could bloody do it, I'd have no problem...Then an instructor who really was probably only born so that he could "pump people up" made me tired within seconds, just watching him...Everyone in the class was giving er and about 4.5 minutes into the insanity, I realized it definitely was not for me- Dammit I haven't used my abs since 2009- Haven't done a sit up or a crunch in years...Let alone all this fancy burpee stuff...So, well momma in front of me is meaning it, heavy breathing and all, I just lay er down...Literally I just let my body fall from the plank position and stay there for the remaining 25.5 minutes of class...The instructor kept looking directly at me yelling out, "come on you can do this type comments", to which I just looked at him, shook my head and said out loud to the whole class "nooooope" & continued laying there, even having the audacity to take water breaks...One and only time for that class...



4-  In total I've burned maybe 2000 calories in 2 months with my amount of working out...Amazing I know...So amazing that I thought I could fit my tank of a body into my pre-pre-pregnancy jeans...Was feeling good yesterday and squeezed into them for a friend's mom-play date kinda morning...Proceeded to eat a couple muffins and then when I bent down to do something my thigh pretty much said, "you twonk as if I was gonna stay put" and busted through ripping my jeans crotch to thigh...AMAZING...


So, I'd say I have a bit of work to do...I blame the leggings, the Chicago Mix, the too tight to begin with jeans, the damn fit-young-lulu heads, the too-pumped up instructor, myself...


Maybe Santa will bring me lulu leggings? Hint bloody hint...