It's times like these I wish Santa really existed

Since the Christmas shopping season has officially commenced, I'd like to share with you what's on my fantasy health-related wish list.

An unlimited supply of shoes, for every activity. Whether or not I actually participate in said activity.
An unlimited supply of Nike athletic clothing of every kind. Specifically, this jacket. In pink.
Every piece of home exercise equipment my little heart desires. (Please note: my hoe gym will not have a namby-pamby elliptical like the one pictured. No, ma'am. Mine will be a pimp-tastic Precor.)

And of course, since I'll be properly outfitted and have all the equipment I'll ever need at my fingertips, I'll need someone to yell at me while I use it. Enter Jillian. And Bob. But Bob will just be there to teach yoga and fetch me drinks (But he won't be allowed to have that expression on his face. What is up with that?). Jillian will be the one training me. And hurting me. And I will love it.
And since losing weight is 90% about the food, I will of course need a personal chef.
I also want a Garmin 405. I have an earlier model of this and luuub it, but this one is better. Personal GPS is actually illegal in Egypt, so I'm hoping that by next Christmas the 405 will be cheap enough that I can realistically put it on my wish list.
Now this is the one item on my list that I'm actually getting this year. We are crossing over to the dark side and getting a Wii. I have always vowed that as long as there is breath in my body, there will never be a video game system in my house, but apparently my strong convictions cannot withstand the siren song that is the Wii. So that will be for the family. Dh is getting Guitar Hero, and I'm getting the Wii Fit. (I am also getting the Jillian game for it, so yay!)
And since I'm at it, I might as well add one of these to my list:
Mine's going to need to grow larger denominations though.

Lesson Not Learned

My husband occasionally will sing for the kids a song he learned when he was young called "Animal Square Dance" or something like that (feel free to pipe in here, Holly, to correct me)(what you don't know about Holly, see, is that she knows every song ever written, no matter how obscure)(in fact, the obscurer the better)(and especially if it invoves animals of some kind; she knows all of those). There's a part of it that goes, "Then the tiger killed a gazelle, then the tiger killed another gazelle, then the gazelles finally wised up and killed the tiger," and something something something...big finish.

It often feels like no matter how many times I think I've finally wised up and killed the tiger, it comes back to life. Case in point: time of DVD workout today was 11:10. In the PM. So much for not putting it of, eh? But the victory is that I did it. My brain was even composing a "Sorry folks, didn't happen today" post, but then I channeled my inner Nike advertising executive (didn't know I had one of those, did you?), and just did it.

So I made it 6 days in a row. Tomorrow's my rest day, and I'm afraid I'm going to lose my momentum. My goal tomorrow is to plan out all my workouts for next week and try to set myself up for success. As much as I love me my rest day (woo! the one day a week I don't have to feel guilty that I'm not exercising!), at times I can be the embodiment of the definition of inertia, mostly the "tends to stay at rest" part. I want to see changes in my body though, and that's only going to come from work and consistency. Not exactly my strong suits. More tigers I need to kill. It'll come.

One last thought before I go collapse into bed, courtesy of my kids' school newsletter (the thought, not the collapsing into bed; that's Jillian's fault)(oh yeah, and my procrastination's):

We do not suddenly become what we do not participate in becoming.
William J. Bennett

Is it possible to shake your fist at yourself?

Because I really wanted to do that tonight.

Today was my kids' first day of school, which meant that the whole day was consumed by getting everyone ready and out the door, sitting through a couple hours' worth of orientations, helping the Kindergartener finish up her first day, going back shortly thereafter for the other 3 (the K classes are on half days for the first two weeks, so eventually they'll all come home at the same time), hearing all of them talk at the same time about their days, filling out the SAME FORM 6,548 times, dinner, nighttime routines, putting everyone to bed, then having the 8th grader come home from a church activity, hearing all about that, helping her get all her stuff ready for tomorrow (please cringe along with me at the memory of having to change for jr. high gym; that's what we were packing for her), getting her to bed, packing the lunchboxes (I'm being nice this week; chances are good they'll be doing it on their own soon cuz me no likey), cleaning that up, and finally sitting down. And did I mention that I have a hangnail and wolves are chasing me?

Oh yeah. Still need to exercise.

And not just ride-my-bike-and-read, which I kinda like (you get to read! while you exercise! what's not to love?!), but a DVD.

Insert fist shaking here. Except that it was my idea.

Well, phooey.

In all honesty, I actually got online, signed into blogger, and almost started typing a post saying that it just wasn't going to happen tonight. Then I fought with myself some more. And then I went into my room, changed my clothes, put on a DVD, and commenced with the sweating.

I'll leave you with something I heard Jillian Whom I Love say while she was making me hurt tonight: "You want results? They're not coming for free!"

Which is unfortunate, really. Because some free results would be sorta awesome.