Rear-ended

No, I wasn't hit in the rear of my car.

Let me set up my little situation:
I've swapped my "hide me" winter clothes (which I ADORE) for my "can't hide me" summer clothes (which I absolutely despise).
I can't wear many of my summer clothes.
Basically, I'm fat.

M and I went to do a little shopping this afternoon. I went to one of those discount stores--you know, dig through the super cheap merchandise kinds of places. Everything was...um...not my style, if you get my drift.

So, I pulled my usual: let me buy a pair of shoes to make myself feel better.

I got TWO pairs of shoes, a pool bag, a totally cute straw hat.

Then, what to my wandering eyes should appear, but...

a whole bunch of exercise DVD's!

I don't own the first exercise anything. Not pants, not shoes, not sports undergarments.

I bought myself not one, BUT TWO exercise DVD's. Get ready to laugh hysterically. Go ahead...giggle.

One is a dance DVD. Since you don't really KNOW me, you might not understand the significance of a dance DVD. I've been teaching for 7 years. Every single year, my kids try to teach me how to dance...EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR. Each group has given up. But, I don't really have to worry about others seeing me dance in my own living room, do I?

The other is the Miracle Mile walk DVD. I can hear you laughing now. Just stop for a minute and hear me out. I do walk with M every once in a while. We do own a stroller and a nifty hiking carrier thingy that I put her in and strap her in and pray that we survive a walk. I only use that when I need to take the dog with us. Many years ago, H and I drove around and I memorized the one- and two-mile, so I usually can gauge how far I've walked. And I walk a mile fairly regularly.

Obviously not enough to count for exercise. The Miracle Mile kicked my BUTT from here to next week. Ya'll, it's only 15 minutes long, but my face is still purple from exertion!

I'll keep you updated. I need to get some more water.