Today was a two-mile run or crosstrain day. Since I knew I wouldn’t make it out of the house, I did the Jillian Michaels 30-Day Shred with my two-year old while my nearly seven week-old looked on happily from her chair. Hendrik helpfully grabbed my legs while I did jumping jacks, exclaiming, “There you go, Mommy! That’s it! I’m so proud of you!” And inquired a million times: “What are dem doing?” while pointing at the screen. I kept asking him breathlessly if maybe he wanted to play with his cars, but he joyfully continued jumping with me. “No!” he proclaimed. “You are exercising!”
Lest you think I am completely virtuous, I decided an hour before this workout that I wanted to get rid of the damn junk food in this house, and so I ate the last brownie (donated from a friend) and then the remaining third of the chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream. I felt really, really ill after that.
Tomorrow is another day, y’all. Let’s do this!