Spare Tire

I'm chubby. i love to eat, don't love to exercise. I gain just enough weight each winter so that my clothes are way too tight. Every year come January I find myself fighting with the scale. and food. and exercise. and waking from my afternoon nap with that urge to shove something, anything in my mouth, preferably sweet. this year i brought out the old, like 25 years old, treadmill and Jillian Michael's 30 day shred video for my ipod. Because the treadmill is almost as old as me, it works about as hard as i do. it keeps up for the first 30 mins then its slows done. GREAT! all done! not enough of a challenge but its something. yesterday for a change up i did the 30 day shred. It goes quickly with many different moves for 20 mins. SWEET! 20 mins and i am done, this i can do. then i get up today do my regular Thursday routine of packing the troop in the car, picking up my grandma and going to the grocery store. This should be some sort of workout, count for something. after 3 hours of this quality bonding time, i get home fight the kids down for a nap and sit on the couch to realize every muscle in my body hurts. I am shred for sure. I feel like i took my body apart and piece by piece placed it in a cheese shredder.
life does go on though and i must get off the couch somehow, put on decent looking clothes, no sweats, and go to work. like the robot that i am, i do it, some days i do it well. other days i just don't. get me in and get your four hours out of me and let me be. i do it. i do it each day knowing that it all has a purpose. i work and lose a few pounds, realize being skinny really doesn't change anything in my life except how well my clothes fit, and i do it all over again. What truly isnt fair about all of it is, i chase, literally, chase my girls around the house all day and i still gain like im doing nothing but sit on the couch. oh well, wish me luck cuz i am going to get in a treadmill night tonight. if i dont fall into shreds and get stuck in the wheels of the treadmill.