Work it out, yo!

For those that don't know, I had a baby a couple of months ago. She's adorable. Here is proof:

Before having this gorgeous child, I wasn't skinny. I wasn't even thick. I was fat. Still am. Pretty much always have been, really. But I'm cool with it. I'm italian, I love pasta, pizza, and really anything with marinara sauce on it. My dad blessed me with sizable hips that will never go away. So after having this gorgeous child, my size hasn't really changed. My 2 year old, Zibby, is starting to imitate what she sees, and I want her to develop the healthy eating that I never did. I figured now is as good a time as any to get my ass in gear. I've been really bearing down for almost 2 weeks now, and as of last Thursday (my "weigh in day"), I'm down 4 1/2 pounds. Why Thursdays, you ask? Because that's the day I usually go over to my parents, and they have a scale. It works out. Anyhoo, I found this workout on Pinterest (of course) and gave it a go:

I did a variation on it, as I am also doing 30 minute walks, either on the treadmill or outside, so I skipped the 15 minute mile, and I also skipped the squats, as my knee, from taking over 15 years of pitching fastpitch softball, will not allow me. But I completed everything else. In doing this list of exercises, I realized that even after all these years, wall sits still suck. Afterwards, I sat down on the couch and enjoyed a delicious smoothie. I sat with Zib, and we enjoyed a quick segment from the Jimmy Fallon show from the DVR. I went to get up to start a load of laundry, and could barely move. My legs were saying "F you, lady!" I slowly knelt to the ground, wherein Zib started to laugh at me, thinking that I was being a silly mommy. Somehow, I think Mike has trained Zib to laugh at me in situations where I look silly, so that in his absence, SOMEONE will be laughing at me. I finally got the strength to stand up. Once I started moving, I was fine. We even went out for a walk and enjoyed the sunshine. But wall sits still suck.