Tour de Fitness

The cold winter chill has got me unstuck, with comfort food making up an embarrassing percentage of my daily intake. So this past weekend it was decided that Bear and I would embark on Tour de Fitness, daily, for as long as it takes.
I have to exercise early in the morning, before my coffee and before my brain figures out what it is actually doing, so as soon as the biggies are out the door, we're off. But day three of the regime and my bot is so bruised I may as well have taken to it with a bat. That grin on my face is totally fake. Totally.

I can only imagine Bear's vista, it would be like watching two pigs fighting over the blanket back there. Not pleasant I'm sure but my ride isn't either: "faster Mum. Mum where going? What doing Mum? Horses? faster. faster. drink Mum. I'm hungry. go home now Mum. What Mum? faster....twinkle twinkle little star....a b c d f k m, p p g g, a b c. "

I figure if God meant us to touch our toes he would have put them further up our body, and if He wanted me to be gorgeous and athletic  He would have , He knew that was never an option, so I'm not expecting a total body reshape and flexibility enhancement, just a slice off the scales (well, a large slice).

http://www.villageshop.com/sheepskin_bike_seat_covers.htm 

I found this online last night and I'm still negotiating the investment potential with hubby (I think he may believe Tour de Fitness is another one of my phases...he may well be on the money there) so until we've come to an agreement, I'm off again for another round of Damaged Goods meets Twinkle Twinkle.

With Love

Liv xo