What a difference 13 months can make...

 
 

As we celebrated Christopher's first birthday, I thought it was appropraite to take a walk down the "I was HOW big" highway...


Phew - glad that's over! 

The perils of weightloss

I had a purging session with my closet today. I went to put on a skirt this morning for work (yes, we are already back in school, finished our first week!) and removed the tags (meaning, of course, I've never actually WORN this skirt before) and it's too big. Not sort-of-loose-around-the-belly too big, more of the "Gee, I can take it off without having to undo any of the buttons" too big.

I wore it anyway - clothing that hangs on your hips is in fashion, right? But when I got home, my new, really cute skirt ended up in the "donate" box.

And ... it has a few friends.

I started with the cute brown skirt, and proceeded to rumage through every skirt, pair of pants, and dress in my closet.

The good news?? Many were way too big.

The bad news?? I have no pants. Literally - other than jeans, I have NO pants. I'm frightfully low on skirts, too....

Thank God for Old Navy!

Happy Birthday Little Wobbler!!!

Christopher is following in his big brother's footsteps. Parker took his first steps at 1year, and 6 days. How, on earth, do I remember that? It was the same day as his first year check up and he got a ton of shots and I remember being amazed that after such an ordeal, he'd have the gumption to walk.

Of course, it takes something mildly traumatic for information of any relevane to actually stick in my brain.

I digress.. the NEWS is that, not only is Christopher how 1, he's also walking!! Not around the block or down to the store for milk, but he's taking about 6 or 7 steps at a time now before giving up and resorting to a faster mode of transport - that of the elephant walk.

Happy Birthday little Buddy - just don't stop being my baby too soon, ok?

So much can change in a year...

I've been doing a lot of thinking and remembering lately. One year ago, I had just lost my dad and was waiting for the birth of my son. One year ago last night, in fact, I was in the hospital convinced I was in labor only to be sent home.

Perspective is a strange thing. It seems like a lifetime ago that we lost Dad, and just a few months ago that we had Chris...and yet the two events are less than 10 days apart...

Mom and I went out to dinner last Sunday night to sort-of commemorate the anniversary of Dad's death. Nothing dark and depressing - we went out for Chineese food and had a toast to a great man who lived a great life.

When you think about all the changes a new baby makes in his first year of life, it really takes your breath away! I watch Christopher now, just on the verge of walking, as he communicates with us, feeds himself, is mobile and reactive, plays with the boys and the dogs... and just a year ago he was an adorable lump that ate, slept and pooped. If we all continued the emotional/intellectual/physical growth at the pace a newborn does, we'd all look like Andre the Giant and have the wisdom of Aristotle & Eintstein combined!

Workout Wrapup

Its Thursday, and I took today off.

I've been to the gym, since my last post over a week ago, Wed, Thu, Fri, Mon, Tue, Wed so I think I can take today and not feel too guilty.

I met with a trainer on Friday. I'd been absent from the gym for so long during the winter/spring that I got a "We will help you get back into your routine by giving you three sessions with a trainer" letter so it took a while, but I finally took them up on the offer.

By Saturday, I could not move. I was proud of what I was able to do, however... but I hurt in places I didn't even know about the next day...

Took the weekend to recoup.

Monday - Ran again - did 4 miles on the treadmill. Shins were OK - not great, not really bad, just more achey than anything so I ignored them and was able to finish 4 miles in about 52 minutes. Of course, this included a lot of walking, but still..

Then I did the elpitical Tuesday, covering 3.5 miles, and yesterday I hit the bike (the upright one, not the recumband) for 12 miles.

I meet with the trainer again tomorrow. God help my poor Glutes!!