A Little Older, A Little Wider

It’s been almost a year since I took this full-time writing gig and I have to say, my ass is getting bigger.

I mean it, my pants are all much tighter than they used to be. Last August, while I was moaning and crying about finding enough freelance work to pay the bills, I was also taking an hour every morning to do the Insanity work out, which basically involves jumping around the bedroom like an injured crane on meth. I was great shape, and I felt it.

So now I have all the work I need, but I have to use my new found stable income to go buy some new jeans.

And it’s not like I don’t exercise. I’m running three miles, three times a week, which is more than I have ever run in my whole life, but I also have a serious cookie addiction, and it is finally catching up to me.

This is how it happens folks. A few pounds a year. A new pair of jeans, just one size bigger, every so often.

I keep telling myself it will get easier when the kids are a little older and can get themselves ready for school, but really, that could be another 5 years at least. I dread to think the kind of damage that can be done in that time frame.

I either need to find more time to exercise, or eat fewer cookies.

Neither option is terribly appealing.

Ug.