Well, it's finally happened. I've reached roughly the size of a killer whale. I knew I needed to start working out again. My twice a month attempts just weren't cutting it. Before I had my youngest kiddo, who's now 18 months old, I was working out 5-6 times a week at the on-base gym. I was in good shape, not great, but good. This really helped me bounce back after giving birth. I lost the 25 pounds I gained really easily. I'm sure it helped that I nursed my son for year. After I weaned him, the weight snuck up on me! How rude! Now, all of the sudden, my jeans are tight. Crap. I know it's my own fault, but why oh why couldn't I have been one of those naturally thin girls who can eat whatever they want? That would be so awesome! We own a treadmill, but with two kiddos, the evening is the only chance I have to use it. I don't know about you, but I hate working out at night....plus, that's my sewing time! So today is the day I'm going to the gym. My ponytail is up, my sneakers are laced, and fat butt is ready to sweat. I guess it would be counter-productive to get a Frappuccino on the way, huh?