So thanks to my 5-year old reminding me I have let myself go by telling a close family friend, “My Mama’s belly looks like there is a baby growing in it but there isn’t” (more on that funny and embarrassing moment to come) I have decided I need to get out of the house to work out. Continue reading
I used to be a size 8. Then this happened…
My body. Ugh.
Since pregnancy it hasn’t been in fighting form. Believe me I’ve tried and then I get defeated and give up. But on this round of defeat there seems to be a sense that I’m not that defeated. Perhaps it’s only a half defeat. Continue reading