i exercised for the first time tonight since having mykenzie...
it
was
glorious.
there's something so empowering about using your muscles.
there's something about sweat that makes me feel a little pretty.
there's something about pain
that makes me feel accomplished.
there's something about flushed skin
that makes me look forward to doing it all again.
unfortunately,
there's something about the medicine ball
that pulled a musle in my armpit.
maybe i should take it a bit slower since i'm completely and utterly out of shape.
right now,
i'm pumped.
it might not be true of me tomorrow...
and that's ok...
because today,
i fought the urge to sit on the couch eating
Edy's Slow Churned Mint Chocolate Chip
and
started....
that's all i did,
i started.
and in this minute
that's all i need.
and tomorrow,
i just need to continue...
which i don't think is the hard part
because now i remember how good i feel.
dear pesky last five pounds,
i've been feeding our relationship for too long.
you're about to burn...
and yeah, you'll probably return after my next kids...
and that's ok...
cuz it's totally worth it...
but don't think you're gonna stick around.
i'm stronger than that.