I'm sitting here drinking my morning coffee. Yogurt and clementines for breakfast. I am making an effort to lose some of the extra poundage. Eating better and eating less will definitely help but I need to get outside and pound the pavement and sweat to make a real difference.
But I sit here. Still in my jammies. Maximilien is dressed. Playing with contents from my husband's bordel drawer and singing me a song. He's in a good mood. It would be just fine for us to go out and get in the stroller and go for a run. But I am still sitting here. In my jammies. Not moving.
Where did my motivation go? Why have I become so freakin' lazy? I just keep putting it off. Procrastination. Oh, how I hate you right now.
If you have a faint heart you may want to stop reading right now....
I got dressed to illustrate my point. Meet Le Muffin Maximus. Front view, clothed, it's not that bad. The jeans are new. Straight leg from the Gap. I love them. Legs feel great to me. Could do some toning of the inner thighs but don't we all need to do that. Again, jogging will get that done for me in no time. Please note the uber cute baby. He is utterly amused with Mama's muffin. He blows zerberts on it. Which is not as amusing for me.
Behold Le Muffin Maximus. When I showed it to my sister she said that running will get rid of it. "It's not supposed to be there" , and she pointed to it. Le Muffin Maximus. Note my unamused face. And yes, I have crazy bed head.
So, I am putting it all out there for everyone on the Internets to see. I hope this will be the motivation for me to get off my ass and get out there and run. Now just waiting for the baby to wake up from his morning nap. I'm off to change into my work out clothes. Muffin Maximus, you are on my list. My shit list. I am going to kick your ass.