Instead, I walked in the door to L, who flung herself and her snot-crusted face into my legs, and there she remained. H was coloring at the table, and was desperate for some Mommy attention. And thus, my quick 2 mile run turned into time with my two favorite short people, dinner prep, laundry folding, bath and shower time, stories, Uno, and bedtime. Since the beginning of January (yep, I'm one of those!), I've been doing well keeping up a great schedule of going to the gym. The minute I tuck H in, I'm out the door for about an hour at the gym while B does his thing at home and gets ready to leave for work. But tonight I wasn't feeling it.
Because I've been doing so well, and frankly, feeling so good about how hard I've been working, I
|That's right. I didn't change my clothes. |
Just took off my tights and cardigan, and put my hair in a bun with a pen.
It's my work-to-workout look.
I can knock you out with these dumbell punches.
|This one's no joke.|
Or maybe it's easy and I just don't have any ab muscle at all.
All this on top of the 37 push-ups for my January push-up challenge today. And the 35 I had to do today because I
I don't feel so bad about not going to the gym tonight. But I'll be there tomorrow.