A Little (Too Much) About Me

So I went to a Latin Fusion class at the gym last night. It was so much fun! Kris calls me a gym rat now. If I had a tan and muscles, and maybe overly processed hair, I might agree with him. But the class was awesome! I love classes that make you forget you are working out. When I am on the treadmill, my thoughts are consumed with the fact that I am voluntarily torturing myself. But when I am grooving to a Latin beat, time passes much more quickly.

Ever heard the saying, "Nine months on, nine months off," regarding post-partum weightloss? Well I took my full nine months--even though I was pregnant 41 weeks, which is more like 10 months, but whatever--but I am happy to say I am back, baby! All my clothes with the exception of one pair of pants from Anthropoligie, a store, I am convinced, is off on it's sizing anyway, fit. It is so nice to have options again. I feel so much better and healthier! I still have more to go because I would like a nice little buffer zone for the next pregnancy, but I am pleased with my progress thus far.

However, I have been pregnant or losing pregnancy weight for the better part of the last 3.5 years. So most of my clothes are from circa 2005. Thanks to one of my two shopping policies, namely "Always buy classics" I don't feel too outdated, but it would be nice to get a few new things. (Incidentally, my other policy is "Never pay full price for retail.") So what are some key pieces that I could add to my wardrobe that will update me? I need help from any cool, well-dressed people that read this.

I cleaned the baseboards in my bathroom yesterday. Seriously. Along with the rest of my bathroom. So now my closet is nice and organized and my bathroom is sparkling.

Jude is fussing right now because he is laboring under the delusion that he does not need a morning nap. He is quite wrong.

I am making whole wheat pasta salad with feta and toasted walnuts for dinner tonight. My sweet carnivore of a husband will be running sound tonight so I get to make a meatless dish and call it dinner. I think I'm a "flexitarian." I like meat and while I would rather not meditate on the process involved in getting it to HEB, I think I could be happy with way less of it. Not so with Mr. Rives. It is not a meal unless meat is involved. I can respect that.

I must stop here because I have a mom's bible study today. Please don't forget to leave any wardrobe suggestions you have for me in the comments. kthanksbye. (totally stole that from you, J-Thib.)