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It's Friday night and I'm bored out of my mind. Yes, I could actually do myself a favor and force myself to exercise, to ensure the pants I bought today will continue to correctly fit my ass, but I can't bring myself to do anything productive. I feel too blah. Instead I am sucking on gobstoppers and waiting impatiently for Matt to get home so we can watch the movie I rented. I should have gotten a girly one for myself as well... then I would have something to do right now. I wish I could go for a night walk, but it is rainy and Carter is in bed, so I'm stuck in the house. My workout videos sound so unappealing and I SO do not want to get sweaty again since I already had my shower today. Maybe if I had a treadmill I'd hop on, or gym equipment, or ANYTHING but Billy Blanks telling me "I can do it".
See how I argue with myself every day about working out? It's so easy to make excuses, so easy to promise myself I'll do it the next night. This is the kind of shit that kept me chunky for so long... I just need to get mean with myself and stop giving myself breaks. Sure, I still have 4 months to lose - what? - like 4 pounds? So it's not exactly crunch time, but I don't want to let my good habits slip away. I have already started to be more lenient about my bedtime snacks... those easter fiesta malted milk eggs are so damn irresistable! Matt surprised me with a bag of them this week because he knew they were my favorite and very hard to find. What a sweetie <3
He has Sunday off this week, and we plan on using the morning to start working on the T-bird. He's been wanting this for so long and it means so much to him, so I'm not going to complain even though I'd rather he be spending time with me than dinking around on an old car. He wants to have it finished by the wedding so that we can take it on our honeymoon. We'll be driving up to Traverse City, and he just cannot bear to make the trip in my crappy Saturn. I honestly don't care how we get there, as long as I have my man with me. We'll actually have some privacy, some intimate alone time without the constant threat of Carter waking up. Believe me, it happened last night! It's like, do we keep going and hope he falls back asleep or stop and resume later? *lol*
Alright, I can distract myself all night with the internet, but I really do need to work out now. Buh-bye!
P.S. Almost forgot... this morning Carter crawled to me! It was only a few inches, but the fact that he was actually coming towards me was so exciting I practically started to cry from pure happiness. He had been with Matt for a couple hours while I slept (went back to bed after getting up early with Carter)... Matt had him on the floor and I bent down to say hi. Carter got all bouncy and was squealing with delight as he reached for me. I was saying "Come here, Carter!", and he was really trying with all his might. Then he figured it out for a few seconds and came forward! After a few steps he got mad that he wasn't with me yet, so I picked him up. But for those few seconds, I was the proudest mama in the world. I love my baby boy so much! Those are the moments that make it all worth it :o)
See how I argue with myself every day about working out? It's so easy to make excuses, so easy to promise myself I'll do it the next night. This is the kind of shit that kept me chunky for so long... I just need to get mean with myself and stop giving myself breaks. Sure, I still have 4 months to lose - what? - like 4 pounds? So it's not exactly crunch time, but I don't want to let my good habits slip away. I have already started to be more lenient about my bedtime snacks... those easter fiesta malted milk eggs are so damn irresistable! Matt surprised me with a bag of them this week because he knew they were my favorite and very hard to find. What a sweetie <3
He has Sunday off this week, and we plan on using the morning to start working on the T-bird. He's been wanting this for so long and it means so much to him, so I'm not going to complain even though I'd rather he be spending time with me than dinking around on an old car. He wants to have it finished by the wedding so that we can take it on our honeymoon. We'll be driving up to Traverse City, and he just cannot bear to make the trip in my crappy Saturn. I honestly don't care how we get there, as long as I have my man with me. We'll actually have some privacy, some intimate alone time without the constant threat of Carter waking up. Believe me, it happened last night! It's like, do we keep going and hope he falls back asleep or stop and resume later? *lol*
Alright, I can distract myself all night with the internet, but I really do need to work out now. Buh-bye!
P.S. Almost forgot... this morning Carter crawled to me! It was only a few inches, but the fact that he was actually coming towards me was so exciting I practically started to cry from pure happiness. He had been with Matt for a couple hours while I slept (went back to bed after getting up early with Carter)... Matt had him on the floor and I bent down to say hi. Carter got all bouncy and was squealing with delight as he reached for me. I was saying "Come here, Carter!", and he was really trying with all his might. Then he figured it out for a few seconds and came forward! After a few steps he got mad that he wasn't with me yet, so I picked him up. But for those few seconds, I was the proudest mama in the world. I love my baby boy so much! Those are the moments that make it all worth it :o)