Sweat Baby, Sweat

This year I joined the millions of other Americans who vowed to lose weight in 2012.  I am proud to announce that I have stuck to my goal (which was not a New Year's alcohol-induced declaration, thank you!) so far this year and I have worked out every single week since the first week of January. Three times a week minimum, at least 30 minutes per time.  Come hell or high water, I'm doing it! 

My husband treated us to a gym membership, which is my preferred method of huffing my way to a sweaty disaster, but alas, it is not always possible for me to get there.  To compensate for this, I have invested in home workout activities.  I have the Wii Fit, the Just Dance 3 game (which totally rocks! ), an exercise ball that spends more time entertaining my daughters than me, and lately, my BabyTone Workout DVD by Dustin Maher.  I love this DVD, and I highly recommend checking it out.  Of course I have the stamina of silly putty so this workout makes my cellulite beg for mercy, but it's worth it.

The workout is cool because it requires using your baby as a weight in the routines.  Maximus LOVES this.  So does Hailley.  She screams in delight, invades my workout space, and even has tried to climb me as I exercise.  I can now add "tree" to my resume.  Sweet. 

Today Hailley had a new idea.  I was standing in the living room holding Max out in front of me as if he had a loaded diaper, while I did squats.  Maximus is squealing in delight, and I am praying my legs don't snap like pretzel sticks in thick cheese dip.  Hailley watched me for a moment, then she went to her room, got her baby-doll and started mimicking me.  It was so cute!  And much better than pretending I am a tree.