I worked out. Once. Barely.

My blog yesterday got me kinda down, so I decided to shove my face into some pancakes for dinner last night.

But this morning I decided to walk the kid and dog to daycare. It’s about 2.5 miles round trip, so yay me.

When I got home, I thought, “perhaps I’ll try some situps and pushups”.

I’m pretty sure I haven’t done much of this since before I was pregnant–so it’s been more than four years now.

I seriously lay on the floor for like 15 seconds trying to remember how a situp works. Like, my body was in disbelief that I wanted it to contract my stomach muscles.

And ah…

There’s the problem.

I have no stomach muscles.

So it was not pretty. But I did do some. Poor form and flopping arms and all.

But ya’ gotta start somewhere.