Mother’s Milk

I have made a vow (to myself) to be more active this year, to be in shape. To spend more time taking care of myself than sitting on my butt and snacking. If, and when, I do decide to have another baby, I do not want to do to my body what I did the first time. So, might as well start out ahead, right? Right.

Yesterday, Robert asked if I wanted to go hiking. Now, I love to hike. I don’t get a chance to do it often enough, but when I do, I always have a great time. So when Robert asked me, I jumped at the opportunity. Plus, it was the first day in awhile that the sun was out and it was a great chance to spend some family time together in the fresh air. 4 hours and 7 miles later, we were pooped. It was a great hike, a beautiful day (pictures to come) and we were exhausted!

In the back of my mind, I was a teensy bit worried about this morning, but I just ignored it and figured I would be okay. You see, today was the first day of a month long Boot Camp. We meet MWF at 8am to have our butts kicked by Carmen (a hot little Strawberry Blonde number).  In my head last night I was thinking that maybe the Boot Camp would be good so that my muscles won’t get too sore from my hike. HA!

I mean really, what was I thinking? After an hour of torture exercise, I slumped home and crawled into the shower. After my shower, I was thinking to myself that it wasn’t that bad, I actually felt pretty energized. Energized enough to vacuum my whole house, upstairs and downstairs. After which I brought two baskets of laundry down and started wash. Then, I finally sat down to eat my lunch and watch last night’s Desperate Housewives. After it was over, I got up to put my dish away. My legs? Seemed to have shut down in protest. I could barely move. I. Am. Sore.

But it’s a good thing, right?