It recently dawned on me that Grace will be a year old in three months. Consequently I can no longer give myself the "I've just had a baby" weight excuse. Which led me to the agony of last Friday. Naively I decided some weight lifting could be added to my normal gym routine. So with eager anticipation I headed to a body pump class, an hour long body pump class of death. I would have been sore just from normal squats and lunges but throw in a giant bar of weights and destruction is inevitable. I was waddling around for the next two days in an effort to stop the tiniest movement of my thighs. I was still so sore on Monday I only ran for 20 minutes and had to walk the other 20. But I will prevail and I will conquer that body pump class. I am forcing myself to go again. A perky older gal in the class promised me I would quickly become addicted to body pump. I think she saw the look of despairing defeat on my face and was throwing some hope my way. On the bright side my upper body was fine. I guess lugging around a 20 lb baby has some perks.
In other news Grace has developed a love for the grossest food on earth. But an entire blog will need to be dedicated to the nast I am currently dealing with. And perhaps pictures, brace yourself.
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Haha... sorry, but I find your post pretty funny. I've definitely done that to myself many times, and oddly enough the best thing you can do is go back and keep doing it. For some reason that's the fastest way to get over being sore. Grace is looking way too adorable by the way, I can't believe she's almost one!
She is so cute! I am sure your parents are missing her terribly right now (and you too, but now that I am a grandma I understand what it is like to miss grandbabies). So did you hear that Afton got the stomach flu on her honeymoon as well? Even worse, everyone who ate the pies at her luncheon got sick. I am so glad I passed on the pie that day as the next day I flew to Colorado! Welcome back to warmer weather!
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