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Today I finally managed to get in an actual workout.  I attempted to yesterday, but it didn’t quite happen.  I thought it would be fine since the husband was home, I put him in charge of the kids and put on a WATP.  Of course, the baby started crying about 5 minutes after I started the video.  I usually take the baby as soon as he starts crying, so my husband never has to calm him down.  Needless to say, he wasn’t able to do it yesterday.  I told him he needs to get the hang of it soon since I go back to work on the 20th!  Anyway, I only got about 15-20 minutes done because I couldn’t stand to let my little man cry.

This morning I was hoping to go out running before the husband left for work but the baby didn’t sleep well last night so neither did I.  I ended up sleeping until after my husband was gone.  I figured I could run inside, but the baby did not want to go to sleep.  He finally went to sleep and stayed asleep so I actually did the first cycle of the couch to 5k program which I had started before I got pregnant.  I’m really excited to finally get some exercise done now that I’m allowed to and that I actually found a way to do it while I’m home with both kids.  Now I just need to see if I can shower while I’m alone with both kids!

I decided to make my official post-baby comeback like 2 weeks ago and I posted a blog and I was all ready to get started on getting back into shape…and then I did absolutely nothing.  Since I posted that blog, I’ve pigged out on crappy foods, let fruit and vegetables go to waste on my counter or in my fridge, and exercised for all of about 10 minutes.  Oh, I’ve also watched a lot of fitness infomercials on TV while breastfeeding the baby late at night.  I’m not really getting great results that way!

Anyway, I’ve been lurking around a little and reading some blogs and here and overall not doing anything productive in the fitness department.  I have definitely exercised my brain as far as the excuses I’ve come up with to keep from getting back on the wagon, like “I don’t want my husband to use pumped breastmilk while I’m out running because then I won’t have any saved up when I go back to work,” or “If I don’t give in to this craving now then I’ll just do it later and screw myself up bigtime.”  The fact is, my husband can deal with a crying baby for 30 minutes and I can feed him when I get back, and if I keep indulging just one last craving, I’m never going to get back on the ball, and I’ll weigh a million pounds!  I can already see the effects of the choices I’ve been making, and I don’t like them.

So now is the time to suck it up and put some work into me.  I can do all of this, I’ve done it before, and I felt great when I did.  No more excuses, no more laziness, and more importantly, no more fat!