Ahem...

Oh yeah, and pics of me preggers! Which DH would love to have again. (Just the pics, not me preggers I HOPE!!)

As for the issue of exercise as stress relief, I've gotten to that point although I don't think it's my natural state. It has taken a few years of exercise-as-slog for me to develop the excercise-as-relief reaction. And not all exercise is destressing for me. Stretching is because it releases lots of GABA, whereas strength training is just tiring but feels worth it later.

Martial arts as stress reliever? Pretty much incomparable.

I keep trying to tell my mother to take one. I think she would be good.

Speaking of exercise my class was cancelled today, not by me. Sadness. You know what isn't stress relieving? Driving in rush hour traffic to take the kids to *their* exercise class. But watching Franny jump on the trampoline is almost worth it.

I do generally feel better on days when I exercise than days when I don't, but using that knowledge to make myself exercise doesn't necessarily work. Because being tired happens.

That said, I have lost 60 pounds since September with my pretty-consistent-but-not-strict dieting and not-really-that-regular-but-better-than-I-was-doing-before-September exercise, so, um, Courage t /Dan Rather .

JZ, there's a line on the second page of the judgement (not the part where the first couple pages are summarizing)

Ah-ha. I was looking at page 2 of the pdf, not the judgement. Nice one.

I'm SO done with K-Bug's bf. He is a controlling asshole and she is just letting him yank her around. There isn't a damned thing I can do about it but man, I want to ban him from my presence. Or dig a DEEP DEEP hole and have y'all help me with an alibi.

I'm SO done with K-Bug's bf.

Yeah, I don't like him. And she deserves so much better. She's a frickin' catch.

That's impressive, ~t!

For me, making swimming as much of a priority as say, sleep....or eating.... getting dressed in the morning? means that even when things are batshit insane, it's got its spot carved out anyway. Of course, established this routine when I was not crazed, or at least not that much. And I'm a creature of routine. It calms me down, a reset of sorts, at the same time giving me a reserve of energy that was spent by the time I leave work.

Even when my times suck and everything is hurting and I break from routine and only do a mile because I am fucking starving and sore and figure I need to give my muscles a bit of a break, cause they are pissed and it is late because of a storm. Like tonight.

Also? My shoulders and arms are awesome. A little vanity is fun too.

The fitness is just bonus.

The funny thing is, I look in the mirror and I can't see a difference. Not that I think I look bad or fat, but I didn't particularly think that before, either. I've just always figured I look pretty okay and like me and I still do.

But all my clothes fit differently (or are just plain too big, really), so there's been a change.