I have been home now for exactly a week and a half.
And so far I have discovered two things:
1) I can cook a decent meal given that I have plenty of prep time (read: time to throw in a crock pot) and plenty of time to run to the store for lack of ingredients. I now fully understand why I was unable to cook while working full-time. Have you read a cookbook lately? Lots of ingredients. When I say I have read a cookbook, don't be mislead. I have still only cooked what I know - spaghetti, taco soup, and some variation of fish or chicken. But oh have I planned some meals.
2) When you are doubting that there is any good left in the world, go to a 5 and under co-ed soccer game, which is where you will find us every Tuesday and Thursday night. It will restore your faith in humanity. Our team, Starks Law Firm (Lime green jerseys!) will likely not make it to any sort of championship game, should would exist. Last night was our fourth game and the first time we scored. And it was in the wrong goal. But we all cheered like we just witnessed America winning the World Cup, or whatever it is called. It was, as the 9th graders say,
EPIC. Seriously, what is cuter than a bunch of 3 and 4 year olds in shin guards? Nothing. Nothing is cuter.
As far as our other times are concerned, our days are spent outside.
Goodness I love fall.
Apparently it doesn't return the love so much. My allergies are getting the best of me. But not too much to keep me from the gym at 5:30 am.
What the heck?? It's like I don't even recognize myself anymore.
Let me explain:
I have told Trey for a while now that I wanted to join a gym. It's been years, YEARS, since I have been to a gym and it is high time to do something about this post-baby(s) stomach.
Lucky for us, the owners of the most popular gym here are church members and gave both of us memberships. For free! It's a frugal gym goers dream.
So my sweet, thoughtful, ever-so discreet husband went last week to set us all up with gym memberships and came home with a surprise for me - A PERSONAL TRAINER for some thirty day challenge thing.
Ummm....what? He said he wanted to buy something since the membership was a gift.
A T-SHIRT, TREY. BUY ME A T-SHIRT.
Smooth move, Trey. Niiice.
In reality, I am grateful and not near as bratty as I sound. I just always thought surprises came in small packages, or at least in an ice cream cone. This was my first "I got you a trainer to kick your booty in shape!" surprise.
I woke up on Saturday morning ready for my Body Analysis which is both required for this said 30 day challenge and exactly what I want to do on a Saturday morning. Only not.
It wasn't as bad as I had mentally prepared. There was no pinching of stomach fat. We just discussed goals and plans and she watched me do some simple moves. Easy enough.
That was Saturday. Today is Wednesday. And it now hurts to sneeze. Apparently there are muscles in my body that I haven't used since like 1997.
I have had three training days so far. And at 5:30 am! Sleep is my love language, so I am not sure how this will pan out.
It's a good thing I am committed to being fit. Or something like that. I will keep you posted.
In other news, Anna Joy turned 9 months yesterday. Be still my heart. I seriously cannot deal with her sweetness. Sweetness!! I will do a full report soon with pictures.
I have tons of pictures to upload and more to talk about including a life changing book I am reading. For real. But for now my children are calling and bath time is nearing.
Life is good. REAL good. Forever grateful for Trey and for that day he sat me down and told me he wanted me to stay home. Best decision. Ever. The tiny sacrifices are nothing in the grand scheme of life. He is the best. And by he, I mean He and he. Trey and Jesus. They rock, but not totally in the same way, of course.
Until next time....
