Maybe it's the lower altitude, which means more air weighing me down?
Maybe it's the fact that, for the first time in over a year, we are actually drying our clothes in a dryer?
Maybe it's still leftover weight from my last pregnancy that I've been trying to ignore for almost 2 years now?
Or maybe I'm just gaining weight. I don't have a scale to verify that theory, though. (Is there an iPhone app that I can use to weigh myself by standing on my phone??)
Whatever the reason, my clothes seem to be fitting a little more snug than usual. I'm slightly shocked because now we have a million stairs in our home that I climb and descend numerous times a day, we are pretty tight on money so extra snacking is a luxury we can't afford, and my full time job now is to wrangle my children and keep my house in order.
But, alas, my muffin top does not lie.
And so, to Jillian Michaels I turn, with my faithful companion and fellow sufferer by my side. Tom and I blew the dust off of her "The Biggest Winner!" 5-DVD boxed set (that we acquired for free some time ago), strapped on our sneakers, filled our water bottles, and enjoyed a nice, affordable butt-whipping.
Now I don't think I ever want to move again. Perhaps, for Tom's sake, I should take a shower before dragging my beaten bones to bed...
And maybe, just maybe, we will do it all over again tomorrow.
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