No excuses.

I think I have come to a point where I'm done with the excuses. I reap what I sow. If I choose to watch television after the boys are in bed, then I have chosen to have a messy kitchen in the morning. If I choose to eat doughnuts and brownies, then I am choosing to have trouble getting my pants to button. I'm not going to whine about it--I need to realize that the things that happen are a product of the choices that I am making.

Tonight, I was lamenting the fact that Jamie plays volleyball on Monday nights and I couldn't go out and run. Poor me, stuck at home while Jamie gets to go and do something really fun. I work in the mornings and I feel strongly that because I am at work part of the day, I need to be home in the evenings (other than AWANA night). If I want to get some exercise, well, then maybe I should pull out one of my workout DVD's and actually do it.

No whining! No more excuses!