SSoftly? There’s nothing soft about, it really – that just made for a good post title.. ya know, cuz of the song and all.
Whatever. My diet/exercise/fitness thing started on Dec. 26th – day after Christmas. My hard goal? To hit a size 8. Have I gotten there? Nope. I did drop 4 sizes, though – from a comfortable size 16 to a comfortable size 12… and an uncomfortable size 10. This means I can do a size 10, that is – if I don’t want to sit down all evening for fear of splitting the seam in my jeans/pants/skirt..
I still have three months to go for the wedding. Quite honestly? I’ll be happy if I hit that comfortable size 10 by the wedding day. The size 8 was kind of one of those goals you set – – knowing FULL WELL you won’t really get there – – but even if you could get 1/2 way there, you’d be thrilled. My original weight loss count was 22lbs and counting… and then I fell off that wagon and put back on 7 of those. Dammit. I think I let the diet die sometime around my trip to Austin for SXSW – – then I got sick, then I got well… then life got busy… and the diet/fitness routine got screwed up and took a back seat. Amazing how fast the pounds go back on.. compared to how hard it is to get them off.
With three months to go – I’m hitting it hard again starting this week. I’ve been killing myself on the treadmill and torturing myself with the Bowflex. I added some spice to my workout routine and purchased the 5 DVD Disc Set of Carmen Electra’s Striptease Aerobics. I seriously have a new found respect for those strippers, let me tell you – those girls work HARD! It’s a really fun workout that I, of course, do when the kids are in school. I could only imagine my kids walking in on this and reacting with “Oh MOM GROSS!” hahaha!
So I’ve been spending my early mornings shakin’ my butt and wiggling around with muscles I OBVIOUSLY haven’t been using because it HURTS!
My ass, my abs, my thighs, my shoulders.. they are ALL in pain.
My daughter has been keeping up with me pretty good, though – – not with the striptease aerobics of course.. but she’ll come home from school and say “How many minutes of the aerobics/treadmill did ya do Mom?” .. I’ll say “40 minutes”.. then she’ll hop on the treadmill for 40 minutes to match what I did.
As soon as the weather warms up just a bit – – her and I are going to go for daily walks when she gets home from school. Poor girl – – she inherited the Sabin bubble butt and I feel her pain.
So, I’m killing myself over here for some type of gain (or loss) that I’m sure will make me happy, right? RIGHT?