Everyone seems to have adjusted to my new life, except... well...
(Ps. Let us just not even discuss the hideous ugliness of this couch. I was about to throw it out and got pregnant. This couch, when preggo, was the only place I could sit, put my legs up and not have back pain. So, the couch stayed... and the rest, as they say, is history.)
The cats are holding my spot. On the couch.
They are willing me to resume my pre-weight loss evening routine of slumping emphatically in front of the TV and getting in a good 3 hours of kitty cuddles.
I won't do it! I won't do it. You devious felines. You tempt me so.
Erik & I are going P90 together every evening now. I am still working out in the morning as well. Double duty. If this doesn't firm up this flab and convince my cats that I am not returning to the couch, I don't know what will.
The cats are proof that old habits die hard.