On the Launch Pad

So, my mother-in-law has been visiting and the Olympics have been on so I haven't had time to blog except in the recesses of my brain. Which, of course, ended up being eaten (drowned?) by the amount of wine I've consumed. It's a pity because there was some darn good stuff there. (Well, at least what I recall.)

The big news around here is that my husband threw financial reason to the winds and bought me a stationary recumbent bike. I've needed one (since I am so gimpy and cannot exercise in my old, breakneck, throw-some-Ben-Gay-at-the-pain fashion) but we've been treading a bit lightly financially since our house in Austin (stop me if you've heard this) still hasn't sold. Coop did the research (of course he did) and then found a bike he thought would be a good one on Craig's List for about a third of the retail price.

This all coincided with two other events. One is that Ei issued a challenge on her blog about daring not to label oneself, based on this book she'd read called The Daring Female's Guide to Ecstatic Living and I bought the book. I've been reading a little bit every night (so inspirational) and basically, the one that really spoke to me was "Dare to Rise to Meet a Challenge."

Meanwhile, Mrs. G of Derfwad Manor issued a fitness challenge which I cannot name here because this is a family blog. (Ana, do NOT click on that link.) It has something to do with her hiney and reducing the size of same.

THEN, my mother-in-law took the single most unflattering picture of me that has ever been taken --and that includes photos taken of me after my sister cut my hair when I was in second grade. I don't think my MIL took the photo maliciously or anything, and I also don't think that I'm QUITE as fat as this unflattering angle shows. (Maybe.) (I hope.) But the fact that I even HAVE this angle is totally unacceptable to my vain little (HAH!) self.

I can't tell you how embarrassed I am about that picture. I've deleted it and reloaded it about 70 times because I feel like it's important to keep it real here, not to mention honest, but also? I don't want y'all to think I'm fat.

I'm all deep like that.

So, Friends? I am launching my come-back. It's going to involve some tears and sweat and maybe giving up cream and sugar in my coffee (the horror!) and apparently, some really hideous pictures of me posted on the Internet because I.

Have.

No.

Pride.

I wouldn't count me out yet, though, because sometimes, being completely spastic and over the top in all things can be GOOD.

I am trying to come up with my own clever name for MY Booty-Reducing Effort but currently, I am in the "Trying Not To Cry Because I'm So Freaking Sore" mode. I hear name calling--er NAMING comes in the next phase.