This is how I've been referring to my backside lately. One cannot spend their days eating pie, ice cream, homemade bread, cookies, and basically everything else under the sun and not expect to grow and bodacious "you know what". It's all about numbers, people, and my numbers are out of balance.
Before both of my pregnancies I lost around 15 pounds and then after the girls were born (thanks to nursing) I lost my baby weight effortlessly.
Butt then I didn't get my rear in gear again and I quickly started gaining weight the minute I weaned the girls. Now Amelia is still nursing some, but I'm not feeding her. So bring on the Booty. It's back-(side). Not as much as it has been at times, butt it's not comfortable and I'm in the mood to be able to comfortably wear my fall clothes.
Enter The Plan.
This sign has been on my fridge for about a month now. It's referring to exercise. I am a visual learner. One might think that since I'm a musician I would be more of a listener, but if I don't see it in black and white, or at least write it down, I will not remember.
The Mail Man laughs at this sign. He thinks it's funny.
Butt I don't look in the mirror enough to notice that my Bodacious Ass is taking over. I need a sign.
This weekend my sister and I kicked off my exercise in earnest plan with the annual Women's Fitness Celebration 5k.
It was raining a lot. No. A LOT! The first rain in 50 days. Despite the thunder and lightning and major downpour, we braved the race anyway and lined up with the family group pushing strollers to make the loop up and over the hill I grew up on and back down to the park were we always went to feed the ducks. Just about the time we were released Amelia started crying. she was screaming and fighting to get out of the stroller and despite our best efforts to keep her entertained we knew the 5K was not going to happen. We were too wet and she was too tired of waiting. So we cut through the back side of the park and enjoyed the food and booths set up at the finish line just long enough to take some pictures. The irony of the fact that we didn't actually finish the 5K is not lost on us. Butt we paid the race fee and we had to get our money's worth!!
Wish me luck on being committed to walking at least a mile or riding my bike 2 miles most days of the week.
My bodacious Ass thanks you!