IM IN FULL ON OVER EXERCISE MODE

ALL THE ENDORPHINS ARE MAKING ME TYPE REAL LOUD.

IM REAL AFRAID I AM GOING TO BECOME THAT GIRL.... THE ONE WHO CANT STOP BRAGGING/TALKING ABOUT HER WORKOUTS.

sorry, i'll tone it down.

here's the thing about me: i HATE to diet. ok, it's not that i hate it, i simply SUCK at it. i don't think i have EVER done it successfully. (i'm not sure i have ever even tried that hard.) when it comes to food i have ZERO self control. (that's not entirely true.) and ZERO desire to do things like COUNT CALORIES or ADMIT MY PORTION SIZE might be a little, ah, SKEWED. additionally, i am not a big fan of sweets (I KNOW!) so things like candy and chocolate and ice cream sit untouched in our house for months. for some reason i feel like this gives me a free pass to eat all the soda and chips and bread i desire (SAAAAAALTY YUM YUMS.) in mass quantity. (oh. and cheese. mmmmmm cheese.) (and and and BEEEEEEEER.)

(maybe that is why i can't fit in the jeans i bought three months postpartum. who loses all their baby weight and then gains 10 or so back!? THIS GIRL!)

so when i'm feeling a little squishy, I MUCH PREFER TO OVER EXERCISE!! (like a lot.) (this morning i ran three miles and then at lunch i went to a cardio sculpt class which included a mile run as, ahem, a warmup.) i rejoined my old gym and re-started classes (gah - i love classes! group workouts are where it's AT!) this week to get me in full swing.

(i won't tell you about the part where i can barely sit down on the toilet b/c it HURTS SO BAD.)

(and that i can hardly pick up nate without cringing.)

(or that my abs may or may not be broken.)

(or that i totally love it when i am SUPAsore like that and get to creak around all day complaining and then slather myself in nasty ass icy hot and taco up in the covers to feel the burn!)

(this is the part where i tell you a secret, internet and friends!)

(and i won't even use parenthesis.)

(are you ready?)

(sure?)

OK, OK:

karl and i have been (shhhhhhhhhhh) discussing the POSSIBILITY of another baby in 2010... well, maybe another baby but more likely another pregnancy in 2010 and a baby in 2011. we are just talking about it, mulling it over, trying to decide if this is the "RIGHT TIME" (HA!). i will say this: he is waaaaaaaaaaay more ready than i am. (shocking i know since it's my body that gets to do all the basting and, uh, expanding and then all that sweating and pushing.)

anyway, hence the increased motivation as of late! i refuse to give up my body (cause that is what you do.) as is. REFUSE. plus, i want to be able to work out during my next pregnancy as much as my first. and I was in MUCH better shape first go round.

so, there it is, friends. I SAID IT OUT LOUD. i might possibly kind of sort of maybe a little bit be ready to think about this whole pregnancy thing more seriously! (ish.)

what do you think? we'll make another cute kid, right? i'm thinking it's a boy.