Outnumbered Two to One

If you’re out of the loop and club HASAY is a mystery to you, visit Casey and she’ll give you the rundown, she might make you do some laps while you’re at it, but don’t let that frighten you away.

Now on to the mockery…

This week I was in jubilant spirits.

Motivation was my middle name.  Mrs. Motivation Bear.

I exercised every. single. day. while my children played quietly in the background. They all respected my personal space and the time I’ve carved out for myself to accomplish my fitness goals.

They’re happy for me. They cheer me on in respectable tones.

This week, I did not spend any time rooted to my sofa finishing the Stephen King book I checked out from the library.

I did not polish off a bag of extra cheddar goldfish as I blew through the second half of the novel.

I did not fall asleep with my clothes on some nights because I was completely and utterly exhausted.

This week I was full of energy, brimming with it, energy was busting out of my seams.

This week I did not gain two pounds, nor was I ever seen displaying a “muffin top” or any other baked goods related analogies to describe my soft middle.

I did not by any means eat a bunch of fried food, or fast food, or sugary foods, or any combination thereof.

I had a successful week. I was really feeling it, the gumption, the stick-to-it-iveness, the go-gettum-osity.  I’ve never wanted to exercise more in my life.

Yay.

Next week can’t get any better than this!

No regrets. No shame here. None whatsoever.

Did I mention the rice krispie treats? That’s because I did not make any.

For those of you getting ready to congratulate me, be sure to read the title…wink, wink, nudge, nudge…

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