UGH January.  Winter blahs everywhere.  Who cares what my butt looks like right now?  No one can even see it underneath the layers of denim and long underwear.  Bring me a brownie, and make sure it is sitting in a nice pint of Ben & Jerry's.

In a nutshell, that is a little bit how I'm feeling right now.  The Biggest Loser is only on once a week, which is a decent motivator, but working out once a week - sweating and slogging miles on the treadmill, while sobbing over the beautiful sentiments of the triumphant human spirit - is not going to sustain my health.  I need a big fat shove.

Trista Rehn-now-Sutter, of The Bachelorette fame, has a noted partnership with US Weekly magazine, which is a fairly brilliant business move on her part.  US Weekly follows the milestones in the Rehn-Sutter relationship, which recently included the birth of a bouncing baby boy named Max. 

Trista set a weight-loss goal for the New Year.  And it looks like she may have achieved that goal.

Nevermind the fact that she is clearly breastfeeding.  Sister-friend had a baby five months ago.  Five months ago. FIVE.

I didn't even read the headlines on this cover.  I dropped it right into the shopping basket, next to the Rembrandt Whitening Strips.  This was a big fat shove.

I did not have a baby five months ago.  I did not have a baby any months ago.

Unfortunately, there is just no excuse, and I now consider myself shoved.  January-Schmanuary.