It’s 5:25 a.m. and I am about to work out with this woman …

 … Mari Winsor. She’s probably in her 60’s, and her body is amazing. I can’t hate her, because she could be my grandmother.

My pants are tight. Too tight. At first I blamed it on the holidays, but now that it’s March … I no longer have an excuse. It’s time to DO something. Yesterday, I got up the nerve to actually weigh myself and see how bad the damage is. I never would have had the guts, but Husband left the scale out so I hopped on before I put it away.

The verdict was not horrible, but not good either. I always think it could be worse. I also always rationalize whatever is happening by telling myself, “I’ve had a BABY, after all.” This is silly, since that was quite some time ago. Like the holidays excuse, it’s no longer valid.

GOAL: I would like to lose about 20 pounds before Maverick’s 2nd birthday which is September 3rd. I think I can do it!