as i collapse in a sweaty heap on the floor

Well, I finally made it to the gym! Over three weeks after we joined! Go me!

I made some very important discoveries.

1. I am INCREDIBLY out of shape. Good HEAVENS, am I out of shape. I was still in the "warm-up" stage according to the little computer and I felt like my heart was going to LEAP out of my chest and gallop across the room without me.
2. I am not coordinated enough to use the elliptical machine. Let us just leave it at that.
3. We have WAY too many stairs in our house.
4. Carrying around a 16-pound baby is quite difficult when you can NO LONGER USE YOUR ARMS!
5. Working out in public is not as satisfying as working out in the privacy of your own home. Because you can not grunt and complain loudly to yourself how much you hate exercising. Well, you technically could, but people around you might not appreciate it.
6. I am no longer 19. Not only is this working out much more difficult than it used to be, but there is a whole ‘nother level of men checking me out as I attempt to work out. Men with GREY HAIR who look like they are old enough to be my UNCLES.
7. According to the computer, I burned about 200 calories. I probably eat more than that just in cookies. So I’m thinking… if I just stopped eating cookies, wouldn’t I come out ahead?

update: seriously, ya’ll. i am one SORE woman!