I'm going to try to get back to that place of enjoyment. I want to loose the chore end of exercise. In 2011 I'm going to start looking for fun ways to get moving. I'm going to look for ways that Icie and I can really play. So much of our playing revolves around toys in the living room this time of year. Icie brings me one, or we plop down in front of a stack of toys. Icie moves a lot. I am base. I am were the toys get dropped before and after her running fits.
Every year at Christmas my mom buys everyone matching pajamas. Typically Dave and my brother match, my sister and I match, and my nieces and Icie match. Every year we do several poses in front of the tree. Every year there is a picture of me, my sister, and my brother. Every year we are doing some ridiculous poses. There is always one picture that stands out. It instantly becomes a classic. This year, I suggested a jumping picture. It took us a couple of tries to get it right.
I've cropped my sister and brother out of the picture, because this is my blog and I only embarrass myself up in this piece.
As silly as it sounds, this picture left me hopeful that I could once again capture that girl who enjoyed moving, it gave me hope that fat girls can get some air. It's serving as my official before picture. I am hoping by next Christmas I can not only loose weight, but maybe recapture some of the tiny bit of athleticism I once possessed.
Oh and as a bonus here's my favorite picture of our little family, Dave, Icie, Me, and my double chin.
And for cuteness sake here are the cousins rocking the matching jammies.