I think it might be time to work out.

Holy crap, when did that happen? I've got two squishy love handles wrapped around my middle.

I bought these pants at Target the other day. I'm trying to branch out of my "all I wear is black and white" habit and the plum color called to me from the racks. I could pull this off, right? I've never bought pants from Target before so I'm not familiar with their sizing, but figured it can't be much different from everywhere else. I guessed my size, grabbed for the tag marked "Fit 6" and threw the pants in my shopping cart.

Now, I never try on clothes at the store because A) it seems like a lot of work (even though purchasing said item, trying it on at home and then returning it to the store when it doesn't work out seems like a lot more work when I think about it) and B) Tory was with me and trying on clothes while wrangling her in the dressing room doesn't sound like a barrel of fun. Had I tried on the pants in the store and discovered Fit 6 really means "squeeze everything in the middle up and over the top," I probably could've avoided this entire disappointing self-revelation: I need to work out.

I came home, threw the pants in my closet for a few weeks and pulled them out again just before date night with my husband this week. I ripped the tags off, shimmied one leg in, then the other, and tried to pull the pants up to my waist. Heh, kinda tight. Two pigs fighting under a blanket is not the look I was going for. When did this happen?! Oh, and awesome, I ripped the tags off so I can't even return these crap pants. Smart.

It's obviously the pant sizing that's goofy, I told myself. DUH! Cheap material, maybe? Weird fit? But over the last few days I've worn a few other pairs of pants from my closet and since realized they're all a little tight. I think it might be time to start working out. Either that, or stop eating like I have the metabolism of a 21-year-old. (I do not).

Keeping a fit figure is tougher after becoming a mother. It seems like we're home more now that we have a baby, which means we snack more, cook dinner more, and sit more when the chaos of the day is finally done. Part of me just wants to coast for a few more months until I'm pregnant again and then I can say "oh, I'm pregnant again! No use in focusing on a fit tummy now!" But, I really can't wait for that. I should do something now.

I've actually thought about joining a gym for a month or so. The free childcare while I have 60 minutes to myself was really the draw, but who says it can't be? Maybe that's the kick in the pants I need to get myself there. Look's like now is as good of time as any ...