No one seems to have updated their blog over the holiday weekend (what? life more important than blogging?), but I am so tired of seeing that picture of the black leaf bags on my blog (note to self: put an attractive picture at the top of the post, not an ironic one), so thought I’d post something quick.
I had meant to do some fun posts about our Thanksgiving preparations, but a nasty stomach bug slowed me (and everyone in this house) way down last week. We had all recovered by turkey day, and had a great time with most of Matt’s family.
My new thing of the moment (other than Christmas) is that I’ve decided it’s time to drag myself back to the gym. I was sorting through pictures from the past year and caught one Matt “accidentally” took of me in a swimsuit. From the back. I also need some new jeans, and tried on a few pairs that I was sure were my size. They weren’t. I realized that the idea I have in my head of how my body looks is not jiving with reality right now (kind of like how I think my hair is still blond). Since I haven’t done much in the way of exercise since Mary was born two years ago, I’m not sure why I think I should still have the body I had when I was 16.
So, it’s time. So far, I’ve tried a new tape (I bought it at Sarah’s yard sale) — The New York City Ballet workout. Loved that, because I love ballet. I probably wouldn’t recommend it for someone totally unfamiliar with dance. It left me pretty sore — how long has it been since I’ve done a plié? And this morning, I dusted off my old Winsor Pilates DVDs. I know most people wait for the new year to get in shape, but I’ve decided the time is now.