So it's almost midnight...well, midnight is 47 minutes away anyway. My husband I were just enjoying (I use that word loosely) banter about making it to the gym this year. He offered a pinkie swear, an unbreakable agreement in our 7 year relationship, to each promise to work out (and for me, that means actually going to the gym I belong to) at least 3 times per week.
We are both overweight and used to not be that way. We were both athletes, both semi-hot, when we met. Now we've morphed into the chubby parents in the preschool set. Ugh. I so don't want to be the chubby parents. Jay and I agree that we are not embarrassingly fat...YET...but we could be headed that way. We're off to weddings in Estes Park, CO, and Cheyenne WY, this summer - and would like to be 1/2 way back to semi-hot. What's less than semi- but more than not at all???
SO...to the gym I go - laughing all the way...ho, ho, ho.
I'm just proud that I'll be awake for the actual new year, for the 1st time in a few years. Seems I've been pregnant for two of the last five, and lazy for the rest. We never go out - and we're always home. Just seems we always doze off. This year I perked back up because our 8-month old woke up for a bottle - got my second wind. Before that we've been watching the Seinfeld marathon and downing some local microbrew. I know it's probably not cool to watch Michael Richards' show - but he's not the 1st crazy actor we've loved. And Kramer didn't do anything to tick us off. So I guess I'm going to go see which episode they're airing when midnight comes to Omaha. We sure know how to party at my house!!!