My sister has been pushing me to get out and walk to the end of the block once a day. I have to admit, a little known fact about me, is that I´ve become rather agoraphobic because of my weight. I feel like people are talking about me and making snide comments all the time because . . . well, because they are! I´ve had people say stuff to my face. Like a couple of weeks after I had Dante . . . Irving´s aunt said “Oh, wow, you´re really fat. I thought women were supposed to lose weight when they breastfed.” 
And I´m WAY heavier now.
So, even with the pushing from a sister, I haven´t ventured out the front door of the property in a while. I literally leave the house once or twice a month, which is just sad.
Yesterday, Irving left early and the boys were going a bit nuts inside, so I decided today was the day and put on some shoes and headed out the door. We walked to the end of the block and bought some peanuts for Dorian, then we kept going and walked for about 5 blocks. Not a lot, but it wore the baby out! He couldn´t walk back, so I ended up carrying him, which was great exercise for me!
The best part? Both boys slept like LOGS last night, so it was definitely worth it! I´m going to try very hard to force myself out at least 3-5 times a week. In fact, I was thinking of going out without the boys so I could walk a bit faster, in the morning and then take them for a walk in the afternoon.