I am exercising regularly again. I made a commitment to myself that I would slog through a two-mile run at least 4 days out of the week, however clumsily, and then tack some weight training onto the end. Yesterday, the whole thing took me a half hour. Today, I was at the gym for over an hour and actually felt some soreness in my muscles. It felt good. And I realize that feeling good is what exercise is all about right now. I could use whatever endorphins I can get, basically. And after I exercise, I feel all glowy and beautiful. Why wouldn’t I do something that makes me feel like that?

I guess I want to share this stuff with you guys because it applies whether you are pregnant or not. You’re beautiful if you say you are, if you feel like you are, if you strut like you are. Similarly, whether you are pregnant or not, you will benefit from making the time to exercise. Hell, I’m working 60-70 hours a week right now, holding down the fort with three kids and have one on the way, and I’m finding time to work out – even if it’s just for a half hour – not because I’m trying to lose weight (clearly) but because I know it will make me feel good. And I’m not leaving that to anyone else but me. So, if I know there’s a guaranteed way to get my day started off right (or finished off right), I’m damned sure going to do it. And if I don’t, and I feel all yucky and bloated and blah, I have no one to blame but myself.

Give it a try. You make time to shower, to brush your teeth, to help your kids with their homework, to make dinner, whatever it is you’ve decided is a priority. Get yourself back on that list and see how much more you get out of every single day when you add a half hour of exercise. You’ll be surprised how much more you can do when you’ve got an extra spring in your step.

OK, nuff said. Don’t mean to preach. Now I have to keep working out so I don’t look like a hypocrite. Or a hippo. Tee hee. Is anyone reading this, anyway?

Good night, all…