Prying my Rear off the Couch( but first, could you hand me those chips?)

So here we are, another year, more resolutions to be made and broken...

Okay, so actually I'm about three months too late for that opening line.  Oops.  Anyways, a little background:

I'm a "new" mom ( are you still a new mom if they're under 1?) to a gorgeous little bundle of dog- terrorizing, laptop- damaging, will- eat -anything -found -on -the -floor- little- boy.  There's just one small fly in my ointment of happiness which is, I'm still only ten pounds less than what I weighed the day I gave birth.  Which means, I'm carrying around the equivalent of another 6 month old child around my middle. Unfortunately, that roll around my waist and thighs is a lot less cute than a giggling baby boy.  I finally reached the breaking point in my denial( "It's water weight, honest!") yesterday, when my grandmother suggested seeing a doctor, since I must obviously have a thyroid imbalance...thanks gran.  The only imbalance in my life is the amount of calories going straight to my ass, vs the amount that waddling said rear end around is burning.

So how do I plan on shedding this protective layer of flubber?  Well, I considered lypo and I'm pretty sure I burned a few hundred calories after laughing at the sheer cost of the procedure.  Okay, okay, so I didn't consider it...well, maybe for a couple of seconds...like "Can I take a straw, stick it in and just have a little ciphoned off?  Maybe relocated to my boobs?".

So, surgery out of the question, my next move was to look at aerobics classes.  That was fine until I remembered just how much I tend to hate the little twiggys that populate them.  I want to lose weight, not do 5-10 in state for attempted manslaughter.

Long and short of it, I'm trying the 'Couch to 5 K' program.  I used to run/walk like crazy before my pregnancy.  Okay, so this was because I didn't have a car and public transit in this city is spotty at best,but my point is, I could eat ANYTHING and not have it show.

Today was day one and it really wasn't too bad.  I took the dog( who acted as though I NEVER take her for walks. Ingrate) and walked/jogged for what ended up being a mile and a half.  I won't lie; my legs felt like string cheese towards the end of it and I was huffing and puffing like a badly oiled steam engine but thank god for all those happy endorphins that kicked in.  They had me rolling along, imaging that I looked as svelte and trim in my spandex pants and fleece as the aforementioned twiggy's.  In my mind, my ass was becoming a goddess, my face was attractively flushed and my hair flowed in the wind.  Good thing there were no mirrors to destroy the illusion because I'm pretty sure that in reality I was as red as a tomato, jiggling everywhere and gathering the attention of local wildlife with the nest on my head.  Ah Nature, you are so good at conning us.

But yeah, I'm actually feeling pretty good.  My next round is on Wednesday and then another on Friday, so we'll see how I'm doing at the end of the week.