Exercise... the evil word

I've never been one to exercise. I know there are some people out there, crazy as I might think they are, who LOVE to exercise. Most people I know of only exercise because they know they really need to. And then there are those like me who avoid exercise at all costs.

I wasn't heavy until I was pregnant the first time. I gained 60 pounds that time. I lost about 80% of it and then after I got married, the weight slowly but surely kept piling on. Then I had another baby, although I only gained about 24 pounds when pregnant with him. I just couldn't eat; nothing sounded good, nothing tasted good. All around blech. But the fat deposits developed during my first pregnancy and decided to hang around. A friend I know who just had her first baby said she was feeling good after losing her pregnancy weight, but wouldn't be really happy until the last of those pesky pounds were gone. I said let me show you my saddlebags that have been with me for the last 19 years.... She didn't think it was too funny. :)

My husband and I lovingly put on the pounds together. We, fortunately, love each other, extra pounds and all. He's now decided he wants to start trying to run 5Ks to build up to eventually run a marathon. He's been diligently going to the gym every day for the last 2 weeks, he's quit buying sweets to have around the house, and he's cut out all sodas (he who used to drink at least 2 to 3 sodas a day). OK, I take that back - he's cut back to Dr Pepper 10 (their manly version of Diet Dr Pepper) with only 10 calories. A huge step for him. I'm very proud of him. He's watching all these videos on youtube of people who have run the 5Ks at Disney World. Our (his word) first team 5K is supposed to be next May at Disney World through Animal Kingdom. I've watched the videos and it does look like fun. You run through the park at night and then there is a scavenger hunt through the park when you finish. Totally sounds like fun. I even went and bought a good quality pair of all purpose/all type of training shoes. I just can't seem to get motivated. I tell myself everyday, "You'd feel so much better. You'd sleep better. Your metabolism would pick up." After working all day and then spending so much time with my son on homework at night, the last thing I even want to think about is putting on the shoes, let alone go to the gym. I know in my heart and in my head it is what I SHOULD do, but just can't seem to figure out what it will take to actually get me to start the trek.

I still have a size 8 pair of jeans from high school. Think I might ever get back there???? This I know for sure... even if I never get in that pair of jeans, my husband will still love me.