Now that the doctor called me fat--well, not fat, but used-to-be-thin--I'm determined to do something about my baby weight* before it gets worse and he does call me fat or overweight or bmi challenged or something equally appalling. That means I was out the door at 6:30 a.m. for a short run before work this morning and that I just had a boring salad for lunch. In other words, it is a very jolly Monday around here.
*Is it still baby weight if the baby is now three?
Up up and away
11 years ago
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How are you? Just checking in on some of my bloggy friends who haven't updated in a while...
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