Nothing with swinging..well not really

Recently I turned 33, for whatever reason this birthday has just driven home the fact that it's time to do something about this whole W/H proportionate thing.

I'm tired of things giggling, and in a not so sexy way! It's bad enough that 'the girls' are looking east-west more and more but having no waistline is the last straw.

Sure I can blame the sad state of my body on being pregnant or breastfeeding for the last 3+ years but I know that's just my excuse.

I don't want to look like a supermodel but, dammit!, I want to be able to run around the damn block without nearly dying in the process.

This last Monday I took matters into my own hands and joined the gym. Made me feel good and depressed in about equal measures. Being able to jog for only about 5 minutes in a row is pretty pathetic. I won't even moan about the lack of strength.

I realize that I didn't get into this state overnight and it's going to take a lot of work and a lot of time to remedy it. Or this is what I keep telling myself as I'm huffing and puffing on the treadmill!

Now, the reason I'm posting this on here as opposed to say...one of the mommy boards is because I didn't tell K that I joined a gym. For whatever reason I can say to him, "Hey, I'd like to go this Friday and put on a show for all the horny single guys." but I can't say, "Love, I couldn't stand looking at myself naked any more so I joined a gym." Go figure.

In order for me to keep from spilling the beans a bit longer...cause let's face it, if this works, eventually he's bound to focus his eyes one night in the shower and notice something is different....I'm talking to myself here.

Besides..swingers are a sexy group of people and you don't stay sexy by making your daily exercise walking to the mailbox and back. Well, not unless you live in the country and your mail is a mile down the road.