VISION #27: To become a cyclist … and fit into a size 8 pants again…

So I was pretty P.O.’d this past week when I couldn’t fit into a size 8 nor 10 in a few pairs of pants I tried on a Tar-ghay. That’s Target, for the non-phonic sounding readers.

My butt and thighs are kinda looking like that surprise photo snapped of Mischa Barton right now.

But there is hope.

Now is the time that all can be turned around.

Though I gave away my bike — I felt like God was saying give it away since I wasn’t using it, so it would prosper somebody else and help me in the process by gaining a different workout routine — my hubby still has his cycle that he doesn’t use.

(Hey, I’m seeing the “cycle” of giving here…)

So I pray that with it or another brand spanking new one, I will hit the trails, love it and take to cycling for hours till my thighs and butt look more like, like…something smooth and fine that fits in a size 8 or less pants.

Touche.

Thank You very much…

p.s. I hope this routine will incorporate well into something I can still do with my kiddies, or without them if need be. I know You’ll work it out. And work me out. Amen.