Tired

It occurred to me again yesterday (again) that I am tired of being fat. A parent's abs should not be sore from a slip 'n slide. But mine and Keith's both are. It also occurred to me that I am really not willing to compromise my eating habits or start exercising anytime soon. I mean asking a girl to give up Gobstoppers ( or as Kendall says "Grasshoppers") is a little extreme just to lose weight. And who can beat a $5 hot and ready pizza from Little Caesar's on game nights??? But last night we had a looooonnnnngggggg baseball practice (6-9) before our big game on Thursday. I got so entirely sick of watching the outfielders picking their noses and sitting there with their thumbs up their butts as the ball rolled by, I asked permission to go to the outfield and work with those two specifically. After about 711 demonstrations of sliding your feet, I realized I was exercising. I certainly did not plan to exercise. See I must plan that sort of thing. I planned on sitting in my pink chair with my feet on the fence being an armchair coach, like I always do. So I came home last night and did lots of lunges (well to my weak knees it seemed like alot) and did crunches. Did you hear me???? I accidentally exercised which sparked me to purposely exercise. This is huge. It might just be my breakthrough. I intend to think about that today while I finish this box of Gobstoppers.