I hate to admit this, but I'm feeling guilty so I'd better share it with the world (or my few followers). I skipped my workout today. There it is. I said it. Let everyone know I am a lazy slob. How did I get to this foreign place of feeling anxiety over a missed workout? It was a long road, I tell you. A long, sweaty, arm-pitty road.
Read about how I went from being a non-work-out mom to a gotta-work-out mom here: