As if I didn't already have enough to do, what with having to get out of bed in the morning and then pretend to act like a responsible adult all day, I decided to join in on the Music City Moms Fitness Challenge.
Yes, this means committing to exercise and trying make an honest attempt at eating well, all the while having others hold me accountable for it. Holy moly, I must have lost my mind.
I'll admit, I was mainly motivated to join because somebody else had to do the measuring, the weighing, and the BMI calculating. I'm terrible at math, and will avoid adding,subtracting, multiplying and dividing at any cost, even if that means driving 25 miles out of my way.
Officially, I'm weighing in in this corner at 145 (though I'm totally convinced at least 3 of those pounds were my shoes, because those Nike Shox are heavy, right? RIGHT?) with 28.8 % body fat and a 24.9 BMI.
And while I can't believe I just typed all that out (my numbers exposed!), I'll save you the pain of my before picture, because, ohmygosh, the pink in my sports bra totally didn't match the pink in my workout shorts (hello! embarrassing!).
There's no turning back, not only have I signed up, I've blogged about it. I'm in for it now.
Smores and Ben and Jerry's totally count as whole grains and dairy, don't they? And mowing the lawn a week ago, that totally counts as a workout, right?