Beach season is right around the corner. Yesterday I was going through our bathing suits and deciding what needs replacing. Ace's 24 month Nemo suit that the has worn since 2006? Replace. Julia can probably still squeeze into the 18 month suit that she wore late last summer and I can pass down the swim diaper to Lucy. Hayley has a brand spanking new suit from G-ma so she is all set. Andy has been known to turn any item of clothing into an impromptu bathing suit so he is on his own. So, who's left. Oh yeah, me. Well, I have my maternity suit that I have worn for the past 4 summers (even though I was only pregnant through 2 of them) so that should work, right? Well, when I tried it on and still looked 5 months pregnant I thought maybe now was the time to kick my exercise regimen up to the next level. Meaning, actually do the exercise rather than sit in my chair and talk about it. So yesterday I took a long walk. I took my favorite exercise partner, Buddy (who is my favorite because he is approximately 83 years old in people years and his tummy has been known to drag along the floor at times) and we walked all the way to Main Street and back. On the way home, I found 20 dollars in the middle of the road. Encouraged by this cosmic reward for my efforts, I tried the 30 day Shred w/ Jillian Michaels from my DVR because I've heard it is awesome. Apparently, in fitness circles, "awesome" means brutally painful and exhausting. I made it 15 minutes. Julia completed the entire workout and then demanded a trip to Dunkin Donuts and asked me if I needed help (I was lying on the floor panting at this point).
I'll keep you updated on my progress. If you don't hear from me, I may still be lying on the floor and need some assistance. Seriously, because Julia needs a ride to Dunkin Donuts.
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