Shoot. Me. Now.

I still don’t know what mind-altering drugs I was on when I publicly committed myself to 200 workouts in 2010, but I’ll just share that it’s been mighty difficile to reach that number. (Next year’s resolution: To stop dropping so much Francais into my blog posts. Please forgive me; I am a longstanding Francophile…)

But as I clicked through 3006 jumps this morning with my fitness BFF, the Tanita HealthyJump, I started mentally planning the agenda for an upcoming five-part segment on Virgin Radio Canada, which I’m taping tomorrow afternoon. The series is all about helping new mamas get their mojo back, and I’m sorry, but in my humble opinion, exercise is at the tippity top of that list.

Without question, working out is fantastic for us. The list of benefits to be gained is so long, it could wrap around my not-small derriere about a million times. Okay, so it’s not a guaranteed weight-buster (a sound diet is far, far more effective on that front), but it’s an unequivocal health-booster.

So, while I wish I didn’t have almost 80 more workouts to go before I flip that calendar over to 2011, I am crazy-happy that I’m doing all I can to be healthy for the Wee Lass. And on that note, it’s time to hit the shower and enjoy my Sunday.