Confession Time

I have a confession to make . . . {though some of you may already know}.

Wait for it . . .

Wait for it . . .

I don't exercise.

{GASP!}

I know. I know. I should. I just . . . don't. {Colleen? Are you there? Can we still be friends?}

I haven't always been this way. Obviously when I was doing the Miss USA thing I exercised. Like crazy, really. And even after Sierra was born. I exercised every day. Every.single.day.without.fail. But then I got pregnant with Kenners. I was put on bedrest at 13 weeks, and my exercise habit came to a screeching halt. Once Makenna was born I was out of the habit and I had a newborn. And a two year old. Exercise just wasn't at the top of the ol' priority list. And ever since, {I am so embarassed to say}, I haven't had a regular exercise routine. Or even a semi-regular exercise routine. Sure, I'd start back up before, like, our trip to Hawaii. And I might throw in a little aerobic activity before bathing suit season. But that's it, folks.

So, here's the deal. I'm actually pretty happy with my weight, but I really need to get in shape. I thought if I came here to confess, maybe I'd be held accountable. And maybe I'd even get a little support? Encouragement? Opionions on what has worked for others? If you love to exercise {or even if you don't, but you do it anyway}, please share. I'd love to hear about your experiences. What works for you {what doesn't work for you}, and if you're an aerobics girl, like myself, which dvds you enjoy {and which you hate, so I can stay away from those}.

Whew! It feels so much better to get that off my chest ;)

Not Me! Monday ~ Camping Edition

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not discover Golden Oreos while camping, and then proceed to eat almost an entire bag of the minis all by myself. Nor did I indulge in Snickerdoodles every.single.day. Please, I have way more self-control than that.

After seeing my skinny mini of a sister this weekend, I did not swear off said Oreos and Snickerdoodles {along with all other junk} in hopes of losing just a few more pounds. And I certainly didn't head right back for the sweets the following day. Not me.

In an effort to spend less time in the trailer slaving over dishwater, I did not buy paper plates, and disposable everything {yes, that includes diapers}. I am so much better at conserving than that, and would never do such a thing.

I did not remain in my jammies until 4 o'clock this afternoon simply because I was so busy unpacking the trailer, starting load after load of laundry {12 thus far}, and generally running around like a mad-woman trying to get everything clean and put away. Four thousand trips back and forth from trailer to house in jammies, greasy pony tail and without a stitch of makeup??? Unthinkable!

Alright, let's hear it, what didn't you do last week?