tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45229566099246401342011-04-21T21:10:17.411-07:00Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10390438918217934264noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522956609924640134.post-2391234857599505462009-02-03T19:52:00.000-08:002009-02-03T22:09:18.494-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHf0jcKuAKU/SYkm72afglI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VPO8XjXw81k/s1600-h/Get+in+shape.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 368px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298809246238868050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHf0jcKuAKU/SYkm72afglI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VPO8XjXw81k/s400/Get+in+shape.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Well, I almost gave up on blogging, but my sweet little (but older-much older) sister begged me to continue. So here goes... again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lately, I've been struggling to find <em>any</em> form of motivation to get my rear (and recently it's become a very large rear) out the door to exercise. Even in this amazing Arizona weather, I still find it difficult to want to build a sweat. I've even bought new workout clothes, bought a one piece bathing suit and goggles to start swimming, new shoes and sadly a gym pass that's only been used a handful of times. And still, none of these attempts made me budge.</div><br /><div>In hopes of finding motivating articles, I was searching the Runner's World website and found this weight-loss challenge blog (<a href="http://rodale.typepad.com/weightlosschallengelaura/">http://rodale.typepad.com/weightlosschallengelaura/</a>) and it already has me wanting to break-in my nearly new tank top and yoga capri's. Laura's blog is refreshing and so motivating - finally!!! So here goes.. tomorrow will be the first of many exercise blogs. Wish me luck!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522956609924640134-239123485759950546?l=cpsquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10390438918217934264noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522956609924640134.post-5041731767841147672008-07-05T23:02:00.000-07:002008-12-09T06:48:25.559-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHf0jcKuAKU/SHBgwMG2lhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PGIvABA6Wes/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHf0jcKuAKU/SHBgwMG2lhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PGIvABA6Wes/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219778349122360850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />Since Courtney has been putting funny stories about me up on our blog, I decided that I need to put something funny about her. Her hair is EVERYWHERE. I put on a shirt today to find a big hair ball of hers hanging out of my sleeve. Later in the day, I was dropping a deuce and after wiping my rump I was greeted with a skid mark and a hairball from Courtney. I can't escape her hair. If I die of choking, and she tells you it was a piece of meat, don't believe her...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522956609924640134-504173176784114767?l=cpsquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10390438918217934264noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522956609924640134.post-63111782778958138142008-06-25T15:13:00.000-07:002008-12-09T06:48:25.950-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHf0jcKuAKU/SGLS7mC7F2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/BAtSs8URZys/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHf0jcKuAKU/SGLS7mC7F2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/BAtSs8URZys/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215963239715379042" border="0" /></a>For a few weeks now, I've woken up feeling like I've been at the bottom of this dog pile all night long. I thought it was just our new mattress that I still needed to adjust to. No, no, no, I was wrong.<br /><br />I woke up one day lying on my back with Christian's back and legs on the entire right side of my body. I've never seen anything like it before. I really don't know how he managed to roll like that, but somehow he did.<br /><br />Since waking to me laughing, Chris has managed to stay on his side of the bed and I've woken up pain free.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4522956609924640134-6311178277895813814?l=cpsquared.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10390438918217934264noreply@blogger.com3