i decided resolution #6 was not progressing very well. although there are abundant good intentions, i had to contemplate whether eating oreos while watching The Biggest Loser would get me any closer to my goal.
now, starve me if you will, but for the love of God do not make me work out! i mentally tortured myself by committing to 30 minutes on the 'hamster wheel' even if i had to spend the rest of the day laying on the shower floor. (yes, i know, PATHETIC!!!!!)
it amazes me that it even happened, i had to hunt down an extension cord that wasn't being used by all the construction, only to find out that our jr. contractor had lost the key to it somewhere in his tools. since i had actually managed to find and put on a pair of gym shoes, i didn't give up, and took the suggestion from my husband to track down a round magnet and gorilla tape. (if this isn't willpower, people, i never want to see what is)
i ended up finding a personal trainer. he wasn't my first choice, but since this was a last minute workout, i had to take whoever i could afford. he ended up being pretty damn effective, yelling "you're getting bigger!!" and "daddy's gonna take a picture of you!!" but i lost it when i did my required 5 minutes of jogging and he screamed "you're breaking it!!" i screamed back "go find some play doh!!", at which point he cried and i felt really bad. to get me back, he did the ultimate fake-out of "pip's crying!" and i actually risked the baby's emotional wellbeing for the dedication to my last 3 minutes. It turns out he was faking after all (or that the rush or hormones flooding a baby's brain that they talk about actually hppened, and he fell back to sleep, all in 3 minutes)
in any event, 30 minutes went slower than any hated activity i have ever done in my life. i think i would have chosen a third episode of thumb stitches.
