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I can barely type.

It burns.

And it stings.

And I’m a pansy.

It all hap­pened because school started. It was a typ­i­cal first day of school in try­ing to get the boys around…trying to shake off the lazy, sum­mer fog. The act of get­ting up before the sun is com­pletely out doesn’t com­pute in their grainy lit­tle heads. With a lot of pok­ing and prod­ding, we got them dressed, fed, and back­packs ready to go. With just enough time to get some First Day of School pictures.

I always do sin­gle shots of them, then a few of all four of us. The boys’ pic­tures turned out great. I found myself stunned that I was a mother of a 4th and 1st grader. Wasn’t I just a sin­gle, 25-year-old yesterday?

Still try­ing to rush through the pic­tures, we took a fam­ily photo. I checked it real quick before let­ting any­one move.…and there it was. My pre­vi­ous moment of being stunned by my boys jumped to panic at what I saw.  Must be the light. HAS to be the light. I told every­one that it didn’t take right so we rearranged every­one and tried it again.

It was still there. It wasn’t the cam­era. It was me! Or rather it was my arms (aka: sausage rolls).

I have always had to watch my thighs and butt…because this girl’s got ‘back’. Know what I mean??

But my arms have always been defined. I have really broad shoul­ders and I usu­ally have to watch out that I don’t look like some wrestling chic from WWE. But some­how, this sum­mer, my arms went from pipes to pork!

I was def­i­nitely not a 25-year-old hot­tie. I’m a 37-year-old plump mommy. Oiy!

But that is going to change.  Well…at least the plump part.  I’m ok with 37, but I’m not ok with plumpy. Yes­ter­day I started my new reg­i­ment at the Y. I work a block away from it so it’s easy to get an hour in before pick­ing up the kids. Now, since it was first day back to the grind, I didn’t come any­where NEAR the 1 hour work out sched­ule. It was more like 20 min­utes, but I worked hard on every­thing and it felt great! Today is a dif­fer­ent story. My arms…my shoulders…my back. They hate me.

Lac­tic acid…I will crush you!!