Look out Linda Hamilton: here I come!

I have been procrastinating long enough, understandably. You try working out when you're interrupted by a screaming baby five minutes into your workout. A couple of times was enough to make my workout useless because of the insanely high blood pressure caused by the interruptions. Workout? No, STROKE OUT is more like it. I'm going to use my sister-in-law's expression for how I feel most of the time: "My nerves are shot!" Love her.

So now that my loving husband is home, he is going to grace me with uninterrupted workout time every day. There is no time to go to a gym because my stubborn angel baby who takes after her father will not take the bottle, although she will play with the bottle.

Fortunately I used to be a fit person and I made some smart purchases in the past. I have a treadmill and a recumbent bike that have been collecting dust since little monkey was conceived. I tried exercising when I was pregnant but I figured going up and down the stairs in my three-storey home and cleaning up after loving husband and pets was all my loose joints could take.

My workouts will consist of cardio on said machines and strength training using some of hubby's P90X DVD's. Moreover, hubby bought himself a chin up bar. If you're thinking I can do chin ups you're kidding yourselves. But I found out that I can do assisted chin ups by putting my feet on a chair, that way I'm not lifting my entire whale body weight. Guess how many chin ups I was able to do? SIX. That's better than nothing, right?

Remember Linda Hamilton from Terminator 2? That's going to be me at the end of the summer.

So my arms are going to go from this jiggly mess:

To this:

(sorry about the gun and the cigarette, I don't condone either of them but this is the only picture I could find)

OM SHANTI