The Time My Daughter Put Me In My Place

After giving birth to 4 children, it's true that I've let myself go.  I don't leave the house much and can usually be found in a uniform of yoga pants and too big t-shirt.  It's hard to find time to exercise.  It's true.  Finding time when I'm not expected to be doing something for someone else is difficult.  Also, my days are spent at the mercy of a 2 year old who can be tyrannical at times. 

Yes, I use my family as an excuse for my weight.  They put it on and they won't give me time to take it off.  This is something that has really come back to bite me in the ass. 

My 10 year old, Corrina,  is participating in Girls on the Run, a 10 week 5k training program that ends with...wait for it...a 5k.  This is where it gets tricky.  She asked me to run it with her.  Hello!  Have  you not seen the size of my ass? 

I had to seriously consider this.  She said it would mean a lot to her.  The moral of my story is this:  these children made me fat (kind of) and now they're going to get me in shape.  I can't tell my daughter no.  I told her that I would do my best.  If I can't do this one, I will do one with her before summer is over. 

So, I am going to make some changes and invest in a good sports bra.  I've packed on around 45 pounds in the last 8 years.  45 pounds!!!  It's really hard to believe when I see Corrina wearing clothes that I wore after she was born that I could ever fit into them. 

I love my body.  Of course I do.  It has done amazing things.  Unfortunately, some of it has to go in order to keep doing amazing things. 

ps: I honestly can not wait for a day when I can leave the house without spanx.  THAT will be truly amazing!