Seriously. I could eat all the chocolate and bread and cheese I wanted to. I wouldn't have to wedge the gym into my schedule every day. I could spend the baby's weekend naps sleeping or watching TV or reading instead of running.
But diabetes and high blood pressure run in my family. And the first 1.5 years of the Cricket's life have been so incredibly awesome, I'd really like to stick around for as many more of them as I can possibly manage. And if I can spend the vast majority of those sans respirator and pacemaker, so much the better.
So, off I trot to the gym, to earn the moniker I have chosen: Skinny Mommy.
Happy New Year.
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