In the last six days, I have...
...watched the snow melt...
...and return again...
...baked banana bread...
Asante sana, squashed banana, wewe nana.... Lion King? Anyone? No?
...did push-ups with this guy in the way (Buddy - when I'm swearing and sweating, I don't want to pet you!)...
...and attempted to get into shape.
I am not trying to lose weight but I would like to be able to outrun a toddler and to do so without wheezing. I've done it (the video - not the toddler thing) three times to date, prompted by a kick in the behind (Thanks, Wende!) and, though mine will likely be a "64-Day Moderate Firming of The Jigglier Bits and Ability to Run at Least as Fast as the Vacuum" and not a "30-Day Shred", I'm going to give it my all anyway. As you can see above, I have already died trying and therefore, it can't get worse. I have also remembered everyday to take my vitamins and brush the little dude so the spring shed doesn't end up imbedded in every piece of clothing I own. The pool on how long I can keep this up should prove lucrative. :-) Your entry can be forwarded to.....
Have a terrific one!
Carly
PS - I have decided that they call them calves because when you stretch them too far or overwork them, you make the same noise you would make if you were giving birth to a calf.
