Self Inflicted Torture

         That's right I am now inflicting torture upon myself. I am back doing the gym thing. This times sans DH. He ditched me to work out with some guy friends a few months back. For awhile I stuck with the going to the gym thing solo but I hated it. I don't like the gym, I dislike it more so alone. Which resulted in me slacking off on the whole exercising thing. Aside from the small amount of yoga I did here (which isn't really fat burning exercise). So back to the self inflicted torture.. I will be going to the gym and taking aerobics classes. The two classes I want to take is the PUMP class and the Zumba class. (I added links to some YouTube videos of those types of  classes in case people didn't know what it was and wanted to check it out.)Which just happen to be back to back. Two hours for exercise in a row (they are an hour each). See torture, my body will think I hate it. Which since in a way I do I guess it would be right. The plan is to attend the classes three days a week. The girl who is nice enough to attend the classes with me wants to try the Turbo Kick (another YouTube video link) class and since she is doing the 2 straight hours of exercise, three days a week with crazy me. I can take the one hour turbo kick class 2 days a week (they fall on different days than the PUMP and Zumba class).  Eight hours of exercise a week should make me be fit in no time or kill me. Now she might not stick to booth the Zumba and PUMP class (heck I might not stick to it) or she might not like the Turbo Kick class (even if I hate it I will stick it out since she doesn't want to do it alone and she is attending the other two with me and she isn't looking forward to Zumba). So wish me luck. This isn't a new years resolution for me. I want to be healthier and skinner. I think the main motivator is I want to be closer to my pre-pregnancy size. I realize I will never be a size zero again but I would love to be closer to it.

doodles...

                 I am sure I mentioned in a previous post that I was planning on drawing some pictures for our guest room. The thing is DH is against me hanging anything up and decorating in any way that doesn't involve nothing on white walls. It drives me nuts. So I have drawn a few pictures. I thought I would put them in black frames and hang them up in some order (or maybe hang them up with a complete disregard to any kind of order). Step one was to draw them and I had 11 days off so why not. Of course there was Christmas in there and New Years and I was home with a two year old and a four year old. Not to mention all the things that come with running a household. So I had intended to take pictures at various stages of these drawings. Total fail. There are two that are pictures of the drawings incomplete (but that's because I haven't finished them).

I feel that this one isn't complete but I am not sure what to put in there more flowers maybe?

obviously not completed like I told my friend right now it looks like gibberish to me at the moment not sure how it will turn out...

       So now I have six drawings at various stages of completion, not sure if I will draw more. As it is I am not sure if I will even use all the ones I have done thus far. I wanted to draw something that wasn't abstract but wasn't a landscape or faces. So I went for something of a henna vibe and now DH and my cousin says that they would make awesome tattoos. Which with a henna vibe I guess the would but now DH isn't 100% on me using them to decorate the guest room with them. Oh well I guess we will see were it goes from here.