Muffins And Such

I need some serious motivation. To get off my ass. You see, I started exercising when I posted about it, but then I stopped. I feel like I am at the bottom of a huge mountain and am so nervous to even take the first step. It's one of those things that is gonna take thousands of steps and the only way to start is by taking one. BAAAAAAAA. I want all the things that exercise brings - now I just have to actually do it. Somebody inspire me. And shouldn't being healthy for my family be all the inspiration that I need? It should. That squishy little Jude face should practically be pushing me out the door in my running shoes! Come on Patience! But when I look in my MyFittnessPal app and see that I burned 400 calories breast feeding it is super easy to feel like my exercise for the day is done. Mah boobs did get a great workout, after all. Ha! All I gotta do is sit there and hope I don't get bitten, and boom, 400 big ones! But I want to feel my lungs burn, I want to get all red in the face and have people wonder if I'm going to die (I get REALLY red, ask my family, they all laugh about it), I want to move my butt (and lose it). Okay, I feel like maybe admitting it in a public place is a good first step to take. Maybe I should bear testimony of it next Fast Sunday? But no, that forum is where people bear testimony of Mitt Romney, how amazing America is, and how 'we' are so much better than 'them'. Okay, okay, that forum is really for Christ so I'll hold myself back :).

Being honest though, I still have a ways to go until I hit my pre-pregnancy weight. I know I can do it even though I wish it would just melt off me like it seems to on every other person I know. But I don't know their real stories and I am sure it didn't just melt. I was able to put on some of my normal jeans the other day and do them up! This gives me some courage to get started again. Because although I can do them up, I end up sporting the biggest muffin top of my life. No joke. It is a Costco sized muffin top. You know, one of those chocolate-chocolate-chip ones for sure. Numbers aside, I would really just like to fit in my normal clothes.

Is there anyone out there who wants to start something with me? Is there anyone out there doing something they want some company with? Real or virtual? Support is a good thing here.

And then I've been thinking about a few things. I feel rather silly for saying the other day that all I do is cook great food and that I get my daily news from US Weekly. Stereotype much? I find myself entering the SAHM phase of my life and it is so interesting navigating these new waters. I love my Jude and I really do love being his primary caregiver. I will go back to school/work one day but right now is not the time. So here I am finding myself smack dab in the middle of a Mormon stereotype and all that comes with it - and I choose it with my eyes wide open. There are lots of ways to get a family done good and raised, and I do not think less of the myriad methods - it's more like I am finding myself pensive about the stereotypical path I choose. Like Charlotte, I keep telling myself "I CHOOSE MY CHOICE!".