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.
I hate this machine…
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.
I’m a list maker, I love a good list. Even more than a good list, I love crossing things off my list. Sometimes, when I do something that isn’t on my list, I write it on there just to cross it off. It feels so good!
Let me tell you about items that I had to put on my list yesterday…
- Finish painting the bathroom, including the ceiling – Check
- Treat Mr. T and I to dinner, cause after 2 days of painting after work, I deserve a break. – Check
- Get pulled over by a cop and be given a warning – Check
- Almost having to have the cop that pulled you over call you a tow truck because you are stuck in the mud on the side of the road – Check
Mr. T posted this on Facebook “Mom just got pulled over by “sneaky” cop after getting dinner. Now it is cold.”
So, after I was blessed and was only given a warning I had visions in my head of not having to pay for a ticket, but having to shell out a couple hundred for a tow truck. Fortunately, after slipping and sliding and my car turning directions it shouldn’t have, I managed to get back on the road.
Wondering what I was pulled over for? Speeding. Technically, 11 over… my speedometer must be busted cause I would have sworn I was only going 10 over!
Yup, that happened last night.
- I am the master of the to-do list!