Insane

I’ll admit it: I have a tendency to over-commit to things when I’m stressed out. It’s somewhat crazy, but it also gives me a welcome distraction at the same time.

This time around, I’m over-committing myself to the Insanity 60-day challenge. 9 weeks of intense plyometric and cardio interval training 6 days a week, with a fitness test every 2 weeks to measure progress. Oh, coupled with 2-3 Burlesque Boom classes a week, two of which I’m teaching. Oh, and you know, teaching dance.

Ahem. Insanity.

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Right?

Wrong.

Let’s just say this: I am 4 days into a workout program that I thought would drop me to my knees and drown me in a box of cheap wine. Because seriously, I wouldn’t be in any shape to pour wine out of a bottle. Surprisingly, it has been FANTASTIC. No, really. Fantastic. I’ve done the fitness test and 3 of the Month One workouts, and I have really loved every single workout.

This is why:

  1. I’m kind of crushing on Shaun T. Not because he’s hot, but because I really dig his personality as a trainer. I was really expecting a jacked-up jackass trainer: a male version of Jillian Michaels. Shaun T is not. He motivates, he encourages, he pushes, but he is not a jackass. Maybe it’s his credible background (check out his bio here), or the fact that he actually smiles. Whatever. It’s working for me!
  2. Encouragement to STOP when you need to and push when you CAN! Unlike some pushy trainers, the program is really quite sane! It’s really reasonable, encouraging you to listen to your body and do what you can. There’s no guilt for slowing down – it’s all about pushing yourself at your own level. I love that. I hate, hate, HATE trainers who tells their clients they can’t stop. Self-evaluation is key, and Insanity covers that constantly!
  3. Lots and LOTS of pointers about form, alignment and mechanics. Almost every move is broken down and explained. I was really surprised by how many downgrades were given! Never once did I feel like I HAD to do the full-out version if it was completely beyond my capabilities. Even though Shaun T has some visible imbalances, he really takes care to tell people what to do, and show other participants good form!
  4. SO MUCH FLEXIBILITY TRAINING! There is a real, true emphasis on flexibility training as part of the program – not just the whatever part of the warmup/cool down. So many programs miss this, but Insanity really focuses on stretching warm muscles. The program includes static and dynamic stretching too, which was really impressive. Maybe it’s because Shaun T is also a dancer? I don’t know. But what I do know is that this type of emphasis on flexibility is severely lacking in any other program I’ve looked at!
  5. Body weight plyometrics! This is killer, but I love the trend towards traditional BODY work. No weights, no equipment. Just an incredible workout using your own body weight. The stuff that sports teams have been using to condition their players for years. Dance in itself is a giant ball of plyometric goodness, so this is right up my alley! Don’t get me wrong – I HATE basketball drills more now than I did in grade 9, but they are fantastic. And I love to jump. And hopefully by the end of this nonsense, I’ll be able to do a few more real pushups ;)
  6. Their full-on admittance that this is NOT for beginners. Thank you!! Not just “check with your doctor”. Nope – this is NOT for beginners, so please do something else.
  7. Fitness tests every two weeks. 8 exercises, timed for one minute and recorded. Oh yeah!! I like performance measurements, not waistline and scale measurements. I’m doing this for pure fitness – I want to see if I’m getting better, not skinnier. Although I will gladly take the skinnier too… And the tests are built right into the calendar as part of the workout.
  8. Start to finish, the workouts are under an hour, including lots of flexibility and well-timed water breaks.
  9. There is a ticker at the bottom of the screen that tells you how much time you have left, and what intensity the current and upcoming sets will be. I love the visual!!

The first time I did the 30-day Shred, I wanted to punch myself in the throat. That is how much I hated it. I hated the “trainer”, I hated the music, I hated the words, I hated the set, I hated all of it.

I was terrified as I started the first DVD – I expected yelling, demeaning, army-bootcamp style intimidation. Instead, I’ve found a really challenging but SMART workout that pushes me beyond my abilities without making me feel bad. I am pushing myself, I am working hard, and I am really enjoying the time. It’s a true fit for me.

The test will be to see if I can make it for 60 days amidst dance festivals, recitals, and classes. But my goal is to take it one day at a time until May 12!

See you at the end :)

Well that escalated quickly…!

Two weeks ago, I slipped on the ice. It was nothing at the time: slow motion slide to the ground as I walked around the back of my car. No bumps, no bruises. Just a sore palm from scraping against the ice as a last hurrah.

I was fine. Until the next night.

I made it through 15 minutes of 4-year old creative dance before I could no longer put my right hand on my waist. By the end of the night, I was sitting curled up in a ball, barely able to lift my head up to direct my students through their exercises.

It was pathetic.

Thankfully, a blizzard rolled through our area and I was able to cancel the next two nights of classes. Unfortunately, said blizzard also cut off my access to my physiotherapist and I wasn’t able to see her for a full week :( Let’s just say that the “healing” pain I finally endured made me sob silent tears into my pillow and pop more Motrin than I could refill in a day…

After tweeting with my angel of pain, it became clear: just dance (or just running, or just anything) wasn’t going to cut it anymore. I needed support. I needed strength. I needed to stop using physio as my personal expensive bottle of Advil to get me through the season. So I called in the pro:

Jessica Zapata from Infinite Fitness. A longtime twitter friend and renowned fitness expert in these parts…and by “parts”, I mean across the country. The woman is a force to be reckoned with. As I would soon find out…

Within a few days, with couple of keystrokes and an online coaching program made with love, I was laying on the carpet of my basement floor, willing myself to stand up. Thanks, Jess. You single-handedly destroyed me from the comfort of your home office. I love you THIS MUCH:

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She warned me: Monday and Saturday would be my hard days. But really??! Did she have to kill me? Because I didn’t realize “hard” was code for “kill Magz, or at least maim and leave for dead”. Sigh…

I started with 2:1 sprints. 8mph for 2 minutes, 5mph recovery for one minute. Not my old sprint speed, but for 3.5 months off, I’ll take it. Oh, wait: three sets. And then an insane 3-exercise circuit on my TRX suspension trainer. Wheeee! 3 rounds!!! Then 3 more rounds of sprints!!! Then another insane circuit of full body strength training. Then???!

She expected another round of sprints! For the ever-lovin-love-of-mother-truckin-mud. Thank goodness my IT-band decided to squawk loudly, thus allowing my dignity to creep down to a brisk walk without feeling like I was quitting.

I’ve never passively stretched so passively before. I basically laid on the floor and willed body parts to flop together while I trembled uncontrollably. I gulped water like I’d spent a month in the Mojave desert. If I breathed too quickly, I coughed like I’d inhaled a gust of sand and fiberglass insulation. I could barely hold up my own body weight to roll out my aching legs.

Then I dragged my sore-y ass upstairs and poured myself into a bath that was half Epsom-salt brine.

Tomorrow is my day off. Someone should really check in to make sure I’m not dead. Don’t panic if I don’t pick up my phone. The thing weighs something like 85 grams. So. Heavy.

This, my friends, is payback for every client I made puke or cry while I did a “maintenance” workout after their session. And then drove to McDonald’s.

Karma is a bitch.

Wavering

It’s Day Two of the Whole 30. I hate every living minute of it.

I have never, ever, in my whole life wanted to quit something so quickly.

I hate it. Yes, the food is tasty. Whatever. It’s not satisfying at all. At. All.

My reasons for doing this were varied:

  • Of course weight loss is always a little bit nice. I haven’t been able to break 135lbs, but I also haven’t been trying.
  • I like the paleo food lifestyle. We can’t eat gluten-y grains, and we avoid most dairy anyway. This provided some structure, which was much-needed and much-wanted.
  • I love doing stupid challenges, like my sugar fast. I wanted to see if I could do it.
  • I wanted to feel better.

But guess what? The Whole 30 is a HUGE, SUDDEN CHANGE, even for someone who eats 90% gluten/dairy-free already. The physical act of cooking and eating the super-strict Whole 30 food isn’t what’s hard. It’s the mental commitment to it.

You see, I’m already pushing my brain beyond it’s happy place with my marathon training. I have to run 18 miles this Sunday, and I have some serious mental energy that needs to unblock before then. This year’s training is taking more mental commitment than anything I’ve ever done.

I also have a husband who has been gone since Saturday, and now won’t be home until August 2nd. He was supposed to be home today. Surprise!!

There’s also the timing on top of the mental stress. I am going away for the August long weekend with two celiac kids. I already need to plan for their food, and I don’t know if I want the added stress of bringing my own food too. Plus, it’s kind of imposing and rude to my hostess (even though she’s a beautiful, accommodating soul). The morning after we get back, I leave for 5 days in Las Vegas. I’ll be dancing from 9-5 every day, plus three training runs. I’ll have a tight schedule around meal times, and I’ll be at a hotel the whole time. The hotel is at the edge of town – no time for grocery store trips or anything like that.

That, my friends, is 8 solid days of food stress. On top of travel stress, on top of training stress.

I honestly don’t think I can do this right now. I actually feel anxious about eating. THAT is not healthy. I actually want to CRY. It’s pathetic. I don’t want to run out and get a Blizzard and a bottle of wine. I just don’t want to feel trapped and anxious!

I’m a healthy person! I’m not overweight, and I’m very active. I have no discernible health concerns. This isn’t a do-or-die nutrition situation. But I have to stop and wonder: am I having trouble because of all the other stress it’s causing, or because I really need to do this for my body. Is this just withdrawal/cleanse, and I need to push through it? Or is it just BS and I need to take the warning signs and walk away, try again later?

And it’s not like I’ve been starving. I’ve eaten LOTS – at least 2000kcal each day for the past two days. But I’m forcing it in, and I’m still not getting nearly enough carbohydrates to support my training.

Ugh.

I don’t like quitting, and I quit too often. But it’s not worth the struggle right now. Even if I woke up tomorrow and it was an easy day, it’s not worth it right now.

I can go gluten-free and dairy-free. I can’t do this Whole 30 right now. So while the title of this post is “Wavering“, what it really means is “Quitting“.

I need some breathing room right now. I can’t do food guilt. I need to just eat and train and dance and run that marathon in October!

So, Whole 30? I quit.

Whole 30 – Week One

My meal plans are set out for the next seven days! Today and tomorrow are my farewell-to-grain days, as I am preparing for the Moose is Loose half marathon in the morning. Monday morning is the start of my Whole 30 Challenge!!

Breakfasts:

  • Egg muffins with spinach, sausage, onion, and pepper
  • Ground turkey with onion, kale, and apples
  • Shredded chicken with yam/carrot/onion hash
  • Sausages with sweet potato hash brown cakes
  • Omelette with spinach, onion, peppers
  • Apples with almond butter, hard boiled eggs, left-over asparagus
  • Shredded chicken with apples, onions and carrots

Lunches:

  • Spinach salad with tuna, avocado, peppers, and cucumber
  • Spinach salad with salmon, red onion, capers, and olives
  • Peppers stuffed with tuna, carrots, peppers, avocado, mayonaise
  • Shredded chicken, sweet potatoes, fruit
  • Omelette with sausage, kale, and asparagus
  • Left-over beef roast with kale, onion, green beans and sweet potato
  • Left-over beef stew with apples, carrots, sweet potatoes, and onion

Dinners:

  • Spaghetti squash with ground beef, diced tomatoes, spinach, onions, and peppers
  • Beef roast with kale, onion, carrots, sweet potatoes, and green beans
  • Beef stew with apples, carrots, sweet potatoes and onion
  • Turkey chili with tomatoes, onions, and kale
  • Cauliflower pizza dough with sausage, onion, tomatoes, and peppers
  • Sausages with onions, apples, kale, and cucumber salad
  • Crustless spinach quiche

I’ll be honest: looking at my meal plan, the estimated cost of groceries for this week terrified me! Nothing but fresh produce and meat! And this is my first week of living on cash only! What if it was more than the $200 I allotted us??

I had a handful of the ingredients already (5 peppers, green beans, cucumbers, riced cauliflower, diced tomatoes, almond butter, and capers) but I needed to buy everything else. When the cashier at Superstore finished ringing up my items, I was shocked!


Shocked!!!

Now, I still need 2 rotisserie chickens (those are my lazy-protien days ;) ) and a spaghetti squash, so my final total will be closer to $150. I’m sure I could do a little better on the produce if I went to H&W Produce, but I didn’t want to make 2 trips into the city today.

Not bad, hey? And this is for ALL FOUR of us!

Switching to gluten-free grain flours and products bumped my monthly food bill from $600/month to $850. It kills me to spend $4-8 on a loaf of bread. This will take a huge chunk off that total, AND it will also keep Leith from buying lunch every day. $8-10 a day, 5 days a week?? That’s another $200 a month saved right there!

I am so excited, and my mouth is watering just looking at the menu. I can’t wait to start…48 hours to go!

The No’s: any grains/rice/quinoa, seeds (including peas and corn), soy, dairy, legumes, sugar, caffeine (other than tea), and alcohol

I can’t wait to share the results with you :)

Confessions of a lazy runner

I’m a running club’s worst nightmare.

I run. I love to run. I run a lot, every week. Indoors and outdoors. On treadmills, pavement, ditches, trails…

But that’s just it: I run. I suck at training. Oh man, do I EVER suck at training! I finished my first half-marathon with barely any training. I ran a couple 5k each week, and ran a long run every weekend or two until I hit 20 km. That’s it. No cross-training, no speed work, no hills, no sprints, no fartleks.

Hee hee hee…fartlek.

I didn’t follow a plan. I counted weeks, and back-engineered the mileage. And I ran a solid 21.1km with only one walk break in 2 hours and 10 minutes.

Now I’m training for my first full marathon, and damn! It’s really hard to be lazy about this kind of mileage! I’m trying to stick to a “training plan”, but it’s really cramping my style… I don’t like being told when to run and how long for, and how to run. I just like to run.

It’s driving me crazy! And it’s creating guilt: it’s edging towards +31degrees today, and I am supposed to run 15 miles. That’s 24 kilometres! I was supposed to get up at 6:30am, but that didn’t happen, thanks to being sick on Friday/Saturday, eating/drinking too little, and being up too late with my kids. Now I’ve missed my window of (intelligent, weather-appropriate) opportunity. It’s already +24. Now what? Do I split it into 2 hour-long treadmill runs in the cool quiet of my basement? Do I hydrate myself to high heaven and set out on the glaring pavement? Ugh.

Then there’s the whole question of fuelling and hydration. I take a 4oz gel bottle of water on my long runs. I don’t drink; I only take it to keep my mouth wet. I drink a LOT of water the night before, and a litre in the morning before I go, but I just can’t get on the drink-while-you-run bandwagon. I don’t eat on my long runs either. I eat well the day before (part of the reason today’s run got sidetracked…I was sick for two days), and I eat well after. I don’t get hungry, and up until now, my energy has stayed consistent. So why eat and drink if I don’t need it?

Sigh. All the runners of the world are glaring at me right now. Reckless child…

I just don’t get the psychology of training. It sucks. I just want to run, when I want to run. Is that too much to ask? I don’t want to feel panicked about missing a long run, or worried that I’ll screw up my training schedule if I bump it to tomorrow. I don’t want to consider carbs and protein and gels and recovery drinks. I just want to eat pancakes, go for a run, come home, and have lunch.

I hate training. I just want to run.

Committed

I did it.

I registered for the BMO Okanagan Marathon this October. This fall, I will be running 42.2km through the Okanagan Valley.

Crazy.

I made sure to opt-in for the bottle of souvenir wine with my registration. I’m pretty sure it will be the best $20 I’ve ever spent!! We are also turning this into a 4-day holiday so that Leith and I have plenty of time to stock up on other local wines before we head home ;) It will be our first no-kids holiday in 3 years!! I’m so excited for the beauty of Kelowna in the fall…

Let this be a warning to all of you: don’t ever finish a half marathon. You’ll be sucked in to the thrill, and then you’ll find yourself clicking “confirm” on race registration upon race registration. You’ll be filling in the calendar with your insane training schedule, and praying that nothing happens to your angel of pain physiotherapist between now and race day.

You’ll buy new shoes:

barefoot runners

new Vibram Komodos – so pretty!

You’ll actually contemplate hiring a babysitter so that you can get your long runs in if Leith is out of town…!

Commitment is such a sickness…

The Run!

I spent the weekend in Cochrane with one of my dearest, longest-known friends: Suzi, also known to me as just Sku. I am home after a long, rainy drive, and my heart is full and happy from so much goodness!

The main reason for visiting this weekend was to participate in the Footstock half marathon on Saturday morning. I knew that I was ready, but that didn’t stop me from having incredible pre-race jitters!! I took 2 melatonin tablets before bed and still tossed and turned all night, listening to the rain and thunder outside.

I woke up to a cold, dreary day. The ground was soggy and the wind was howling. Suzi and I bundled up into my car, cranked the heated seats on, and drove to town! And before I knew it…I was off!

The pack mentality was hard to shake. I knew what my goals were: keep a 6:30 km/min pace or faster, walk one minute every 5 km, and finish under 2:15. The energy swept me away from the starting line and I had to fight to keep from pacing with the crowd. I held back, knowing that I would be better off in the long run ;)

Six beautiful kilometres along the Bow River, and then the hill from hell that Melinda had warned me about. Even knowing, I was completely unprepared for the monster that lay ahead of me. Head down, one foot in front of the other, don’t walk. And when I wanted to walk, I didn’t, because I was going to OWN THIS DAMN HILL! At the top, it curved to the right…and then KEPT GOING UP. Oh god.

And then…I crested the top and headed 3 kilometres down a dirt road that had been magically transformed into a mud pit. The wind beat down on me, and I could barely see through the rain drops dripping off my eyelashes. I was soaked and cold, and just like *that* – the turn around. Halfway done!! I hadn’t even paused to walk!

I passed the 12km line, and all of a sudden my right IT-band started screaming at me out of the blue. I’d had no pain until then, although I’d been expecting it. I promised myself to walk if it started hurting worse. A couple hundred metres later, it did. I have never stopped moving SO suddenly. It hurt.

I swore under my breath as I walked it out, trying to stretch and lengthen my stride without stopping. I tried to talk myself up. I had just over 9km left in my run…I could do this. I had to do this. I was NOT letting some nagging stupid injury foil my great plan!!

So I ran.

And as I ran, I played with my gait until I found a strode that minimized the pain and let me keep going. I vowed to adapt as necessary, but for the next 9 continuous (no walking – woo!), I ran with an imaginary Skip-It on my right ankle:

Yup. I can’t WAIT to go to physio on Wednesday!! Pleeeeease don’t kill me, Laurie??

But surprisingly, even though I swung my right leg out for 9km, it didn’t hurt. And post-race? My knees were tender if I sat for too long, but not stiff and definitely not painful! And today? I’m not the least bit sore, tired, or stiff!

I screamed down the hill of death, and into the river valley. I was on track for my pace, and the wind was at my back. My energy was high, and I was flying. I broke out of the trail at 18km, and a song came on my iPod.

And suddenly, 3km from my goal, I had a lump in my throat the size of Texas and was fighting back tears. I was completely emotionally overwhelmed by the magnitude of the day and overcome with gratitude for everything and everyone who got me to that point. I was also profoundly proud of myself and my body for making it happen.

Yes, I was bawling on a dirt path while I ran.

And then the finish line was in sight. I bucked up my pace to a beautiful 5:30km/min for the last kilometre. I saw my dear Sku at the finish line, camera in hand. I heard my name on the loudspeaker…

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And I finished.

And now, I have this to add to my collection:

Kids don’t need snacks.

When I was a kid, there were two kinds of lunch box snacks: fruit snacks (without character endorsements…) and pudding cups in metal tins.

I had neither.

To be honest, I don’t remember feeling starved or neglected by my snack-lacking lunch. I vaguely recall eating half of my sandwich if I was actually hungry at our mid-morning appointed snack time in elementary school. There was no afternoon snack when I got home – that was called “dinner”. Truly, it didn’t have much bearing on my quality of life.

Today I read an insightful editorial by David Staples – someone with whom I don’t normally agree – and it hit me right between the eyes: we are creating generations of rounder and rounder human beings, forcing food into them faster than their little bodies can process the calories.

Now, obviously, I know this already. But to see something as awesome as active kids being sabotaged by unnecessary food consumption makes my heart CRY. Kids barely get enough physical activity to counteract their suggested food intake, let alone the overconsumption that is happening in most little bodies. Have you ever looked at the nutritional information on most “healthy” kids’ snacks, let alone the junk food? SOOOOOO MUCH sugar, processed “ingredients”, and excess calories.

We are hard-wired to consume food when it’s in excess, but at some point we need to exercise our brains as well as our bodies and realize what we do and do not need. Adults are guilty of rewarding themselves with food after a workout; now we are teaching our already-at-risk kids to do the same. My kids’ schedules are dictated by me – whereas I can go for a run if I eat too much, my kids don’t have the leisure or the mental maturity to know that they need to run off and exercise at will. They need me to set the example for them and provide opportunities.

When my kids beg me for a snack at 10am, I check to see if they’re really hungry or if they’re just bored. Most of the time, they just need a change of direction. When I say no, and take them outside to play instead, I am teaching them that boredom does not equal hungry.

Stuffing kids with food, healthy or not, at any given chance is destroying any chance of teaching them healthy habits about moderation. We are living in an increasingly fat society. Our healthcare dollars are being spent on the completely preventable morbidities of excess consumption and sedentary lifestyle. We aren’t teaching our kids to notice hunger cues. Instead, we are teaching them to reward good behaviour (exercise, homework, potty training) with food, whether they are hungry or not.

I played soccer for one whole season, most of which was spent twirling in the field, picking clover. But I also watched my dad coach for many years, and watched my sister play for those years. I don’t remember a single “snack break”. I remember kids sipping water. I remember one kid getting yelled at for drinking pop in the middle of a game. There was no eating; after all, doesn’t anyone remember that eating + running strenuously = barfing?? I exercise on an empty stomach. Even during a 15+km run, you won’t catch me refuelling. I will eat when I get home, and even then, it will be minimal because I listen to my body, and the last thing my body wants after a run is a full stomach.

My friend Kristi made an excellent point this morning: Can you imagine if we breaked for snack during dance??

Can you imagine?? Can you imagine the stomach cramps that would have them doubled over, or the vomit I would have to clean off the studio floors? I have one diabetic student in my class of 16 who checks her blood sugars in the middle of class when we break for water, and even she rarely needs to break for a snack. Her blood sugar is fine. So are the other 15 kids, aged 11-15. If they don’t need a snack in the midst of my 90-minute dance class, why does any other kid?

They don’t.

It’s not refuelling them. There is not a single dietician who would agree that regular kids (or adults, for that matter) need FOOD in the middle of an activity that lasts less than 2 hours. They need hydration with zero calories: water. Afterwards, they need dinner. There is not a single average kid who needs snacks in the midst of their activities, or needs recovery foods afterwards. Most of these kids are failing to meet CSEPs guidelines for physical activity for kids and teens: 60 minutes of moderate-to-vigorous activity EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. When they aren’t meeting these standards and are eating too much food, the only result is overweight and obesity.

And yes, that is a problem.

And yes, you can eat too much healthy food. Calories are calories. Too many oranges or too many chocolate bars and too little activity still equals weight gain.

Food is a social necessity in every society, but we need to use it in its proper place. The soccer field/dance studio/hockey rink/playground is not the place. Nor is the couch. Our kids are getting fatter, even when they’re more active than there peers. The skinny kid in class is the anomaly now.

That needs to change. Now.

Hey, May!

May is going to be awesome. I know this because:

  • Leith got called out to Ft MacMurray for 3 weeks today. This would normally throw me into a fetal position, but with our financial diet in full gear, 21 days of 12-hr shifts sounds pretty good to us!! Hello, overtime!!
  • His office did fix the paperwork screw up, so we did get paid in full…which means all my bills will be paid today – yay!!
  • I get to pick up my bugz’ first dance pictures this week
  • I’m going to see my bestest Suzi this weekend for a training run in Cochrane, just 4 weeks before the Footstock half marathon!
  • I get to buy new underwear!! Woohoo!
  • May means almost summer, which means PLANTING MY GARDEN!!! The nursery in my living room is getting out of control…
  • The start of morning coffees out on our deck :)
  • Erin is going to have her baby this month!
  • The greenhouses are in full swing, which means I can go and get all my beautiful flowers for my yard soon!
  • It’s Celiac Awareness Month
  • I have a new treadmill to play with, and it’s oh-so-beautiful
  • I get to keep Shredding, which is giving me oh-so-beautiful arms ;)
  • There’s sunshine everywhere, and long daylight hours for playing outside
  • I’m thisclose to getting my devil IUD ripped out!
  • I can buy groceries at the farmers’ markets soon – outside! In the sun!
  • The first baby wearing walk of the year is on May 23
  • We will be celebrating our 5-year anniversary on May 25 – so far, so very good

Although we’re guaranteed to have a few ups and downs, I’d say we have a lot to look forward to this month!

What are you excited for in May?

Counting up

Sooo…April was kind of a bust in a lot of habit-keeping areas. One thing that fell by the wayside was counting my gifts. So while this list is short, with a lot missing in the middle, rest assured that I did not miss any of my gifts in the past 4 weeks. I just neglected to write them down ;)

248. Silly wisps of fog being chased away by the morning sun

249. Fluffy yellow dresses

250. Excellent customer service, via social media

251. A fresh, clean house

252. Measuring cups and spoons that click together!

253. This moment

254. A lunch bag full of healthy snacks for us

255. Flourless chocolate cookies

256. Quiet snuggles and Gravol

257. Sunshine and no jackets!!

258. Seeds planted, and waiting for the ground to thaw

259. Fuzzy soft puppy ears

260. Earth Day: celebrating the world around us

261. A return to bikram yoga…and surviving

262. Less pain than expected after a 15km run

263. When they sneak into our bed to snuggle

264. Playing for hours in the sunshine

265. Seeing friends, talking to friends, feeling love everywhere

266. Surprise visits from my parents

267. Freshly tilled earth

268. Their bathtub giggles

269. Good, real, healthy food for us, every day

270. +20 degree weather in the still-early spring

271. The chi weenie frolicking in the fresh air

272. A strong body, for running, yoga, yard work, playtime

273. Swinging in the sunshine