Fat.

Ok, so maybe not fat, but I am feeling the itch to get into shape. I am busting out the treadmill and on my official quest to lose 15-20 pounds by Quinn's first birthday. More than feeling like a chub ball, I hate, hate feeling out of shape. I decided to take Triggs for a walk the other day and the neighborhood right down the road has a huge uphil road. And I was tired. Seriously? Just walking? So that kicked my butt into gear. I want to try and eath healthier and be more aware of all of the crap I put into my body. Ok so I did have McDonald's for breakfast this morning, but still. I will say it wasn't my fault, my mother in law brings it to me every Tuesday when she comes to watch the baby. Still. Hopefully I can actually get into a pretty good routine!