While part of me is stupefied by the fact that I set the bar so high for myself — increasing my number of workouts for 2010 to 200, as compared to 138 for last year, a 45 percent spike — the “go for it” Momover part of me really, really, really wants to just do it, Nike-style.

In my head, I keep hearing that creaky old phrase: “There are two kinds of people in this world: Doers and Talkers.” And I want to be a Doer. Well, actually, I aspire to both — Doer and Talker. But lately I’ve been talking (read: blogging and writing) a lot more than I’ve been doing.

So just how far have I fallen off the fitness wagon? A quick scan of my trusty log tells me I’ve moved it a measly 80 times this year. That means…I need to turn on the calculator on my iPhone to figure this out…that I have to crank through 5.45 workouts per week for the remainder of the year.

O.

M.

G.

The Talker is officially speechless. So I’m digging out my ancient copy of 100 Ways to Motivate Yourself and heading straight up to the gym.