If you were at our house tonight around 7pm, you would have seen Jorma and me trying to pretend that fajitas wrapped in lettuce taste the same as fajitas wrapped in a warm flour tortilla. We are starting the South Beach way of life again, and it requires a week with no carbs (really two, but we go one) to break the sugar cravings. It's been three days and no one is dead yet, so I think it's working ok. It's hard getting that baby weight off. We joined the Y, which is nice because they have daycare, so I can get away for 45 minutes or so and Connor and play with some other kiddies. Except he's really not interested in other kiddies right now and last time we went, he screamed almost the whole time and they had to come and get me. I was, if no other day going to Wednesdays when I had the sitter, but now she's back in school so I'm stuck with the Y daycare again. I'll be sure and post how it goes.
I really want to try yoga. I think some stretching might do me better than cardio right now. I do so much reaching bending and catching that I need to limber up. I took a tumble down our livingroom stairs a couple of months ago, (don't gasp there are only two stairs), while holding the baby. I landed on my elbows holding him up in the air and wasn't hurt badly at all. He actually enjoyed it, giggling when we reached the ground. I wish I could remember being a baby. It's almost not fair.
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