Yes, I have FOUR kids

AAAWWWWWLLLLLRIGHTY THEN!!!

Miss Priss (A.K.A. "The Baby") is sipping her breastmilk from a cup and eating three solid meals a day. That means I no longer have the "I'm exclusively breastfeeding" excuse not to exercise. And it was such a nice excuse, too. I'm sad to see it go, but I won't be sad to see those lovehandles disappear!

I have absolutely no idea how much I weigh right now. I threw out the scale when I got pregnant, and I could barely stand to look when they weighed me at the doctor's office. I DO know that I'm having trouble zipping the size 14's and that is bad news.

I'm doing okay - I eat a very healthy diet because I want the baby to get plenty of nutrients from the breastmilk, but I am also very anti-exercise. I hate it. I would MUCH rather curl up with a good book. I've ALWAYS hated exercising.

Starting tomorrow morning, while the baby is napping, I'm going to love myself enough to do something I hate. I'm going to put on a pair of tennies and head out my back door to jog up and down the alley behind my house. My junior-high student will be able to holler at me if the baby wakes up. The neighbors are going to think I have lost my mind. The joke's on them - I lost it a long time ago!