Mousekersizing

So, yesterday I decided to bite the bullet and start exercising again (On a side note, I've never really understood the saying, “bite the bullet.” It sounds painful and if you actually have a bullet in your mouth, you are probably unintelligent enough to choke on it.  Any who……).  I know, I don’t want to rush into it.  I mean, I only took 14 years off.  But I decided to put on my big girl granny panties (mainly because that’s the only type of underwear that doesn't cause a gigantic wedge when you’re running, or slowly, slowing, speed walking) and dust off my treadmill- with my only pair of socks. 

My tennis shoes were not the only ones confused with my newly found fitness desire (Yeah, I was surprised I own a pair tennis shoes too).  Chase was a little taken aback when he saw me on the treadmill.  I’m not actually sure he was aware of the purpose of the treadmill.  He usually uses it to swing like a monkey from handle to handle while asking me for a banana. 

When I was in fully panting- pace (4 minutes into my painstaking workout) Chase stood in front of the treadmill in his full, head to toe MN Twins attire and asked, “you mousker-sizing?”  I looked at him (with shame in my eyes for 2 reasons: One because my child has to clarify with me what I am doing when he sees me exercising because it is such a foreign activity and secondly because my little cartoon addict uses Mickey Mouse Clubhouse references in his everyday vocabulary.) and said, “No sweetheart, it’s called exercising… say it with me, exercising.”  His response, “Where the ice-cream truck?”  I guess my child only believes I would run if I was headed towards an ice-cream truck (and typically he would be right).      

Although, my tiny tot isn't showing his support for my new healthy lifestyle, I am actually adjusting to my new healthy lifestyle quite well.  I am currently on day two of my rigorous workout routine.  I was a little worried I might over-do-it and pull a muscle but I think I have come up with the perfect workout routine.  It consists of walking for 15 minutes straight- with hardly any breaks, while watching reruns of the Real Housewives (because honestly, watching them once is not enough).  So this is what I have been doing.  But rest assured, since I did so well yesterday, I rewarded myself by stopping 7 minutes premature today.  Tomorrow I may reward myself with the day off.      

With this rigorous routine, I am bound to shed this baby weight in no time (I know what your thinking- once your child is 2.5 years old you can no longer blame your extra pounds on a pregnancy from 3 years ago... but you're wrong.  I have 18 years to loose my baby weight.)