Blah, blah, blah...

Remember those teachers on Charlie Brown? That's what Jillian Michael's voice is to me now: "We are changing the shape of your body = Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah". (Actually, I kind of think they sounded more like "wah, wah, wah", but you get the idea). I have successfully finished week one and started week two of "Get Fit!". And there is no change to speak of. Okay, I take that back. I have actually gained 1/2 of a pound and grown 1/2 of an inch in my waistline. Just a bit discouraging. I was expecting some weight gain at first, but the larger waistline just chaps my hide! Can you tell that I altogether lack patience? Even after my weekly measuring, I still got on the treadmill and did the workout, with my bottom lip stuck out in a "woe is me" pout. That's still progress, right? And even though I started out a bit dejected, I felt good by the time that I finished. So I may never look more fit, but I may feel more fit! I'm writing about this because it's a bit therapeutic to type about it, and it keeps me accountable so that I won't give up. So I will trudge on, and Jillian Michaels will drone on: "Blah, blah, blah..." And I'll try not to complain too terribly much!
P.S. Leah has started exercising too, when I get off the treadmill. She's learned how to start it, stop it, and increase the speed. She plods along in a bikini top (her version of the sports bra) and some mismatched pants. She makes me laugh as she imitates me breathing hard and then gets off to stretch after a few minutes. Gotta love it!