My intentions were good yesterday. I had a plan. I would get up at 5:15am when Jamie is about to leave for work, go downstairs to begin my new work out routine of either Turbo Jam, Tae Bo and/or pilates for dummies-to help get toned for the wedding. Jamie always makes sure that I get up when I say I want to because for me if it's before 6am I don't wanna get out of bed. He's really good at harping me until I get all pissy but get up anyway.
My arms are in dire need of some toning as well as ye ol' chubby thighs. I know I love working out and I feel amazing once I get going. It's just the get going that is the hardest thing.....it goes like this:
3:00 a.m. This morning Jamie's work calls....
4:15am I am still up tossing and turning in bed....
5:15am I am so tired and tell Jamie I am not working out until I get home and tell him it's his work's fault.
7:00am leave for work
7:30am I eat a piece of string cheese on my way to work,
8:15am Have my 100 calorie english muffin with reduced fat peanut butter,
10:05am I grab a handful of goldfish crackers from our work junk drawer
11:05 a.m. I make my frozen Lean Cuisine pizza....then eat a little kit kat. Then my 60 calorie pudding....then....
a little snickers, twix and two mini heaths. Damn me. Double damn me. Now I feel so much remorse. I WILL go home and work out....I WILL.
With all of my guilt and jiggling parts I will start my work out today.
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