Remember how I’m really awesome at always exercising? ya. . . winters where I don’t ski or have access to a yoga/zumba/kickboxing class kind of throw that out the window apparently. I went to the gym this weekend and had a big fat humbling workout (first one in *ahem* 2 months?) you know, that workout where you set out to lift the same # of pounds as you “normally” lift and have to move it down a notch. and then another one. and then crap, this is just embarrassing. And then how you get on a tricep machine and you’re thinking “do i even have triceps?? because I can’t even kind of lift this.” And then there’s that one machine that you can’t even do five reps on the lowest setting. (ok shoulder press, you win.) And here I was thinking that carrying this 20 pound (almost walking but not there yet) baby around everywhere was probably helping me out in the muscle category. Not so, Dana. Not so.