we'll see how long it stays.
I have MOPS tomorrow, so probably not long.
But I did get up and work out with the hubby this morning.
My legs are jello.
My arms are jello.
My stomach is jello.
I think it's strawberry flavored.
I'm going to persevere (that's my new mantra) because I want a tattoo and will not let myself get one until I've lost my baby weight. It's my goal. Hubby says he'll pay for it, even. See how nice he is?
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wow... can you share what kind of tatoo you are getting? and where? ;0)
It's between a cross and a butterfly on the small of my back. We'll see!
Thats good motivation! You can do it!
And dont worry, I am banana jello with chunks.
ok! I'm in! We'll see if I don't pass out from the needles. B:)
No ladies!!! No tatoos! What happened to the temple that is our body? Or is a tatoo just a paint job? Carrie...you know my thoughts sister...but thought you needed them again. How kind of me!
And good job on the work out. Keep up the hard work...jello is a good thing.
LOL, Cindy! I bet there are gonna be lots of people in heaven that are 'inked'!
You go girl! Tell more on the tattoo!
oh i feel your pain.
Wish I could think of a tattoo I'd love! I shall live vicariously through you! good job on finding motivation. are you working out at a gym?
No, no gym...
Nic works out every morning lifting weights and stuff...he helps me out and it's something we do together.
If only I could walk normally now.
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