Right, so here's how it goes. I think I've got it all planned out. I'm going to get up to feed the baby and then hop on the treadmill and then take a shower and then get ready and then get Ellie ready and then get Bitsy ready and then get everyone where they need to go before 8:15 in the morning.
Oh what a fool. An optimist, but a foolish optimist.
It's now my third week back at work and I haven't even looked at my treadmill let alone consider the remote possibility of getting on it, even on the weekend.
So now I'm thinking once Bitsy sleeps through the night and I'm done breastfeeding then I will consider getting up before 5am to get in a run. If my memory serves me correctly from Ellie, that's at least another 6 months away.
And I'm as crabby and tired as ever. In sore need to let off some steam and run, because yoga just doesn't cut it, so instead, that bag full of chocolatey goodness will have to suffice.
The good news for my jeans that I keep trying to wear, and probably shouldn't, is that despite my lack of exercise and the bag of chocolatey goodness, I keep losing about a pound a week.
So keep up the good work!
