I’ve always been partial to at-home workouts.
|That’s the onesie.|
|No, I was not pregnant in the 80’s. It was actually 2008.|
Fast forward to the summer of 2013. My “babies” were then toddlers and I was a little less obligated to them.
Wake up in the morning and get up and go. Don’t think. Just go.
|This hangs on the wall in my office. I read it. Often.|
Example: Say it’s a Saturday afternoon, both girls are in their room for quiet time and I sit down on the couch midday, exhausted, watch Say Yes to the Dress and eat all of the things. It’s like I’d tell myself, “This is Your time. Eat copious amounts of toast. With peanut butter. And jelly. And why not have some chocolate?”
I don’t want to sabotage me.
Did I have a dove chocolate bar last week? Yep. Did I have two? No.
PROGRESS! Imperfect progress!
When is the last time I had a coke?
I have no idea.
|Oh, sweet Vivi.|
And, while I hesitate doing this… UGH – here’s me before… I was post baby and clearly happy. Just fluffy. Ew. I think I weighed about 120 lbs.
And here’s me last week. About 10 lbs lighter. And just… tighter.
I weigh less. I don’t have rock-hard abs of steel like Tamilee Webb yet… but I’ll get there!
[Remember to change that AT to @.]
And, I’ve made a separate TwoPretzelsFit facebook page – so as to not annoy my Two Pretzels facebook fans who want nothing to do with fitness.
It’s here: facebook.com/twopretzelsFIT
Would you take a minute to like it for me?
And of course I’m on Instagram. Find TwoPretzelsFit. (Please.)