Good Changes

When we lived in California, most of my friends (98% ish) were from church. It was fun and almost necessary in order to feel a part of our mega ward. Here in Maine, our ward is super spread out and though I'm friendly with a lot of the folks there, we're just not that close geographically. I like it!

We still hang out with friends on Sundays, we have playdates, and book clubs, but now it feels more like the community at large, not just our Verano/church friends.

And the newest coolest folks I've met are a group of women who exercise 5x a week every morning. Sadie leads us in boxing, yoga, and pilates on alternating days. Between her and the gym at school I might lose some of this awful trying to get pregnant weight I gained while I was doing fertility treatments.

I'm trying to get in good enough shape that I can compete in some sort of 10k or mini triathlon. I've been encouraging Jesse to start training for an Iron Man. You know he could do it. He said that if he ran a marathon or participated in an Iron Man, I'd have to do something as well. I think I will!

In response to Brooke's walks

In response to Brooke's walks:

Started jumping rope since I can't seem to get myself out of bed without knowing people are waiting for me. I keep tripping over the dang thing and can't really get a sweat going since I get tied up every 10th jump. It's giving me shin splints, too. Kind of pathetic, huh?

good news: lost all the weight I gained over the sedentary summer.

bad news: no longer fit fat jeans or skinny jeans so I'm either showing a ton of crack or can barely breathe.

More bad news: No way I'm finding jeans here in skinnyville. I'm a freaking Amazon. They sell clothes for full grown women that almost fit M. She's 5.

Better news: Found a cute pair of shoes that fit if I suck in my feet. J says that means they don't fit. I think it means there's hope.