Operation I'm never leaving my house again.

Today I decided I was getting in shape. 

I've lost about 75 pounds in the last year and to say there's a little jiggle going on is an understatement. 

I HATE to excercise.

HATE it.

It takes a LOT of talking to myself to drag me out the door.

As I was leaving I was mumbling things to Jason such as

"If I run into a rattlesnake, I'm moving." and 

"If I break my ankle I'm moving." lol. 

I took off listening to some Pink and before I knew it I was in my groove, but dying.

While trying to distract myself from the sucking sensation I was feeling I heard a rustling in the pastor. The calves were scattering so I thought it may be a friendly game of baby cow tag, but when I stopped to check it out I found myself making eye contact with a WILD HOG!! 

Can I just say, ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

I stood there for a few minutes and then turned around and ran! 

2 snakes and a wild hog in a 3 day span.

I'm never leaving the house again.