You know, I never really thought much about the actual delivery when I was pregnant. My biggest concern and "fear" was the middle of the night feedings. Well, I don't know if it's because I'm not transitioning from "Party girl," waking up at 11am or noon, to "NEVER SLEEP AGAIN girl," like I did with our first, but it's actually not as bad as I imagined! Don't get me wrong, I'm not loving waking up at 3am to feed anyone (jeez, that sounds really mean), but it's easier with this baby and it gives me an hour to think, reflect, ponder and whatever other insightful word you want to insert here.
Last night or better yet, this morning, at approximately 3:15 I was thinking about faith. Yes, faith. Not what type of workout to do today or what to make for dinner, but faith. It's a touchy subject, but I was thinking of it on a personal level and how I need more of it. Going to church does not mean I acquire faith. Saying I have faith does not mean I acquire faith. I need faith right now! So at that time I began praying for my dad. As some of you know my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer and our family has been upside down since then. So I ask all of you, my friends, to pray for him as well, because after all I do have faith that he'll get better.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Getting Back on Track
Trying to find the time and energy to get back into some type of fitness routine. Baby J is now 2 months old and he is finally enjoying our walks in the morning. The first 3 attempts were unsuccessful! First 5 minutes of the walk seemed promising, then the loud piercing cry would begin. A cry that not even the chirping of birds or a binkie could fix, so I would turn around and run back home! Well at least I got some runnning out of it! Today it was a 40 minute brisk walk. He was up the first 10 minutes of it, then fell asleep-what an angel! And here I leave you with my one of my all time favorite workout tunes. Enjoy!
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