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Eat Your Heart Out...Richard Simmons

The inevitable post-baby workout has begun.

Last night was kick-boxing.  I knew it was going to be a long workout when I fell on bum during stretching.  The rest of my workout pretty much followed suit.  Luckily I have a pretty good sense of humor about the state of my fitness.  I found myself laughing at myself most of the time.  I can't even do ONE push-up.  Really?  I wonder what happened to the girl who played basketball 7 days a week for hours.  I'm pretty sure anyone in that class would have been shocked to know that at one point in my life I was a pretty dang good athlete.

Anyways, I stumbled through kick-boxing and lived to workout another day.

First thing in the morning, I was off to the gym again for turbo-kick.  Turbo-kick is a lot milder than kick-boxing in my opinion.  However, once again--I got my butt kicked.

It does feel good to go workout for an hour.  Baby blues....what baby blues?  I'm high on my own endorphins.

On other news, Haley slept in her crib again.  I got another good 5 hour stretch of sleep.  Then from there she wanted to eat every 2 hours, but I think we are all getting the hang of this.  I thought that she was going to smile at me yesterday.  I can't wait for that moment when she finally does.

Anyways, that is all that I have for you all today.  Stay cool. -Breanna

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