out of the closet

post pregnancy results...my butt is huge!

well, at least that is what i am hearing from my favorite pair of jeans that call out to me daily from my closet. they say, "erin, you have too much junk in your trunk. get your lazy self onto the treadmill so that we can see the sunlight again. someday. hopefully soon."

those poor jeans. i try them on weekly and i can hear them squealing in pain as i try desperately to get the button even semi close to the button hole.

well, i have had enough. i am tired of wearing flowy gaucho pants, shorts that are 97% spandex, 3% denim and pajama pants (sad, i know.). today i googled 5k training program and i clicked on the link that looked the best. it sent me HERE and i think this will be easy. right?!?

okay. babies are sleeping. the boy and i head downstairs to where we keep the dreaded treadmill. i begin with the training for day 1, week 1. it seriously only took me 5 minutes before my butt started itching. does this happen to everybody? the cookies that live there, i'm sure, are the reason my butt was itchy. they're comfortable and they don't want to leave. so they try to make me uncomfortable to thwart my desire to exercise. dang cookies.

...aahhhhh. to make this long story short the whole thing was a miserable experience. i can't decide what's worse: the itchy butt or my giant, milk-filled boobs hitting me in the chin (i swear!) between every stride.

i have come to a conclusion. strangely enough it is the same conclusion i find each time i get the drive to exercise...

i hate running. and walking. and just exercise in general. it sucks, but...

they really are my favorite jeans. and they deserve a little love in return for all the times they have made my butt (in its smaller days) look smokin' hot.

so, treadmill, we shall meet again. and soon.