Addiction and Feeding the Monster
My lovely daughter is in love with a red monster. She says his name more than any other word she knows and throws herself on the floor when I won't let her see him.
"Elmos!" she will happily cry morning and night. I am guilty of giving in sometimes because I just want a moment to myself (to post to my blog or something!). I never wanted to be a mom that used the television as a babysitter! Damn you Sesame Street!
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Neverending quest for beauty!
Justin and I have gym memberships to Anytime Fitness. We have good intentions of doing a fitness weblog together, but it slipped by the wayside after one post. We called it "The Joint Task Force on FUPA Reduction." Now Justin has one called "Eye of the Tiger, Body of the Manitee."
Madeline is staying with my parents & sisters this week and rather than work on everything I have to fight to do when she is here, I totally want to sit in the recliner and play solitaire. We didn't make it to the gym yesterday, but I'm on my way there after I complete this post. As I'm writing this, there is an info-mercial on for a fantastic 10-minute trainer program. The before pictures are always mega-ridiculous where everyone has awful posture and wears biker shorts and bikinis that are 28 sizes too small. Nobody of any size walks around wearing things like that. But the after picture shows the super fit shiney guy in acid washed jeans with the top button undone. That is what motivates me. Definitely.
Last week at the gym a snaggle hag got on my case b/c I didn't wipe down my machine within 8 seconds of stepping off. Justin said I should've used her sweat towel to tie her by the neck to the treadmill and cranked it on max incline and speed.
I've been trying to think about what my biggest roadblock is to being mega-fit and haven't quite narrowed it down yet. I'll think about that while I read my fitness magazine and sweat on the tread-climber.
Justin and I have gym memberships to Anytime Fitness. We have good intentions of doing a fitness weblog together, but it slipped by the wayside after one post. We called it "The Joint Task Force on FUPA Reduction." Now Justin has one called "Eye of the Tiger, Body of the Manitee."
Madeline is staying with my parents & sisters this week and rather than work on everything I have to fight to do when she is here, I totally want to sit in the recliner and play solitaire. We didn't make it to the gym yesterday, but I'm on my way there after I complete this post. As I'm writing this, there is an info-mercial on for a fantastic 10-minute trainer program. The before pictures are always mega-ridiculous where everyone has awful posture and wears biker shorts and bikinis that are 28 sizes too small. Nobody of any size walks around wearing things like that. But the after picture shows the super fit shiney guy in acid washed jeans with the top button undone. That is what motivates me. Definitely.
Last week at the gym a snaggle hag got on my case b/c I didn't wipe down my machine within 8 seconds of stepping off. Justin said I should've used her sweat towel to tie her by the neck to the treadmill and cranked it on max incline and speed.
I've been trying to think about what my biggest roadblock is to being mega-fit and haven't quite narrowed it down yet. I'll think about that while I read my fitness magazine and sweat on the tread-climber.
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