Every day I debate with myself, "Will this be the day I decide to start my exercise regime?" What determines the outcome of the debate is if I can fit into my pants that day. I'm usually able to deceive myself into believing that no one notices that fat role or as I call it my "Fat Belt" spilling out over my pants. So I continue with my sedentary life.
Recently I've had to start wearing my maternity clothes because I'm spilling from the others. So I've decided that I'm going to exercise. My first act of exercising today was going into the kitchen and polishing off the rest of the chocolate donuts. I say baby steps!