Getting Healthy… Again… and after having baby… and I'll spare details of how it changes your body!
Remember Bridget Jones and the stick insects? I’m not one of them. There are mums like that too ya know, or rather “moms” here in the U.S. We’re so bland.
Anyhow, I have lost 2 pounds. That’s right. TWO stinking pounds. I keep going to the gym, I keep trying not to stuff my face. I drink like a gallon of water a day. Is this what leaning towards 30 does to you? I imagine it only gets worse from here. Andy has lost 12 pounds (granted he started working out like 3 weeks prior to me but he also endured an injury that made him take a break).
All this to say, I’m still going. I’m still trying. And I love the way working out makes me feel. Sweating after a good 40 or 45 minutes and then picking up my baby girl, it’s nice. Definitely more energy, and there’s more sunshine these days too. So here’s hoping that two becomes ten, ten becomes twenty and twenty becomes twenty-something (I think ‘ll be happy with 20)!
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So, as some of you may know from reading my French Fried Updates, my latest quest has been to become healthier and shrink my butt a little. For as long as I remember I have been a size 12, 14, or even the dreaded 16 (that was the college freshman 30 in my case!!!). But lately I have been a size 10. Also, I moved back in with my mother, meaning my little sister’s room is now next to mine. She wears a size 8 or 10. So lately my favorite hobby is lingering in her room, looking at the clothes I like, and seeing that the size 10s fit. I know it’s lamer than lame, but it makes me see the fruits of my labor. I’m a broke woman, I can’t go buying new clothes at this moment. This mornning I discovered something glorious, as I slipped on that magic single size, 8 talls, they fit me perfectly. I wish that were the end, but I got a bright idea following this triumph.