I have nothing to say, but I don’t want to cross off the next thing on my to-do list, so I’m here instead.
What’s the next thing you ask… ugh… it’s the TORTURE MACHINE, also known as The Elliptical.
So, we had Mr. T’s annual check up, and while I knew it had gained some weight over the summer, my jaw about hit the floor when it was put in black and white. Now, I don’t mind a big kid, and he’s got good self-esteem, but I’m worried about his health.
I’ve lost 30 pounds so far this year because I wanted to be healthier, and apparently all of the food I wasn’t eating, Mr. T was and I was blind to it.
As such, we’ve both made a point to be more active. It’s really easy to do when we spent an hour chasing his 2 yr old cousin in the pool – or when we spent about 4 hours in the lake, and a good portion of that he did without a noodle – but during the week we don’t have those options. I told him that I’d start doing the elliptical. My goal is to set a good example.
Being a good example sucks.
Knowing this is good for me sucks, too.
Thus, I’m writing a blog post about it instead of actually getting up and doing it.