Someone who revolves life around eating and drinking the way I do has two choices, the way I see it:
- Do some exercise to keep things burning and keep plowing through the calories
- Keep having to buy bigger pants
Each of these options has treated me well at various stages in the life of Keri.
Each of them has also done me mega-wrong at some point as well.
Since I have really cute pants in the line-up just now, and since (in spite of my constant allusions to it being so suburbany-stupid-big,) I could conceivably run out of room in my closet if I keep going the new pants route, incorporating some purposeful movement into things tends to win out lately.
Prior to the arrival of Jr., I was the “go to the gym to work out” type. Spinning and Deep Water Aerobics were favorite classes, and it all…
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