So here's a way to feel self-conscious.
1. Step on the scale and pick your mouth off the floor at the number.
2. Decide you need to exercise
3. Buy a mini trampoline and bounce while watching TV in your basement
4. Have children commandeer trampoline so they can jump from said trampoline to the large inflatable bounce thing ...including frontward flips that will most certainly break a bone someday
5. Buy a dance mat "for the kids" for Christmas and discover that the only person who really gets it is yourself and start dancing everyday. While mat provides a somewhat non-strenuous workout and actually kind of fun, it doesn't seem to be enough that would actually make a difference.
6. While kids are playing on a cold Thursday morning (yesterday) decide that you could just get an exercise movie for free off of Comcast On Demand and try that.
7. However, the minute you start trying to tae-bo with Billy Blanks, the kids come running from two different rooms of the house to watch mommy lurch around pretending to box.
8. Said children are so fascinated watching mommy try to do this that they are glued to their seats, not even to move with the offer of kids shows in mommy's room on mommy's bed.
What did I learn from this humiliation?
A. My kids are so shocked at the idea of mommy exercising that they are rendered immobile
B. I really wish I could join a gym
I don't know quite how this situation is going to play itself out...but I need to do something...it's only 5 months until shorts weather.