Sausage

There’s nothing like putting on a pair of pants, and before you even look in the mirror you know that you are going to look like a sausage.  And you do.  That’s what happens when I don’t exercise for what feels like weeks on end.

I really have no problem gaining in <cough> stature and avoidupois when I’m exercising, but when I’m NOT exercising…well, that’s another, more psychologically disturbing phenomenon.

The sad thing is that I have no one to blame it on but myself.

I’M the one who chooses to let the little girls walk, even though they don’t go fast enough for me to get any ‘exercise’.

I’M the one who chooses to spend my mornings “accomplishing” things on the household list.

I’M the one who whines every afternoon because now I’m ready to walk, but the girls are too tired to stay awake in the stroller.  And no exercise is preferable to having them take an hour’s nap at 5pm and be up half the night like pillaging monsters.

It would really be nice if I could blame it on somebody else.  But I can’t.  So I guess I should just get myself together and go for a walk.  This morning.

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One thought on “Sausage

  1. I usually let Peter walk too, and don’t get any exercise. And mornings are the best time for accomplishments. And afternoons are the best time for naps. I think I’ll be getting up early once Ezra is born and try to get back into my bike/gym routine. Anyway, this comment is mostly to let you know you’re not the only one — I’m with you 100%. It’s OK. 🙂

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