Well, I'm back! The past month or so has been very eventful. My husband accused me of losing interest in my blog after just a short while, as I tend to get excited about things and go on a kick only to quickly get bored and move on to the next, but not so. While I admit it was hard to stay motivated about this with all that was going on, I'm making a conscious effort to get back in to the swing of things. Having a bit of an identity crisis though...love all the craft/home/recipe blogs as a reader, but don't have the time, patience, or talent to turn my little blogging endeavor in to one myself. Plus, as an apartment dweller, it's also hard to decorate a small space, or you know, bake cookies in a mini oven that has a propensity to burn bottoms and leave tops raw. And I'm not snarky enough to really be one of the really hardcore bitterly funny mom-bloggers. So I guess that leaves me as just another hum-drum, run of the mill, thinks she's funnier than she really is kinda girl. But I'm having a good time with it, so that's all that really matters.
So long story very short, I am a little unexpectedly a stay at home mom now. Which is awesome that I get to be home with the baby and not miss any of her milestones and get to raise her the way that I want to, but also a little scary because for a young couple on Long Island, this is definitely unheard of, and I'm not going to lie, going to be very difficult to get by. But it was the right choice for now, and we'll make it work.
So in my time home, I have discovered Pinterest. I am OBSESSED. Love love love it. Will never actually replicate anything I find there, but who cares? My husband can't wrap his head around the concept though...why do you need it? Why can't you just bookmark whatever you want to save? I explained that it helps to have a visual reference instead of just a list of URLs, but that just garnered me a blank stare. I thought men were visual creatures.
And speaking of visual, I am happy to report that I am down approximately 14-16 pounds since completing the 30 Day Shred. Have fluctuated a little upwards again, but the overall trend is down, and now I have only 20-25 pounds more to go before reaching my target weight. To kickstart the process, my mother bought me 1 month of membership at her local independent gym. This is an experience beyond anything I could have imagined. I have only been going a few days now, but I've already managed to have a stationary bike accident that resulted in a bruise on the back of my calf the size of Texas, witness the elderly grinding to Pour Some Sugar on Me, and generally just get schooled by a bunch of middle aged women who obviously had their last kid about 10 years ago, i.e. have had years to perfect their body. It's slightly demoralizing, and I've realized that full wall mirrors are the enemy. And Zumba just really makes me want a fajita afterwards, so then I get really pissed. Models are bitchy because they're hungry all the time! I feel like Mama Goodall in this place, and this is just one big sociological experiment. In that town, designer workout duds and diamonds are the norm, and these women take working on their fitness seriously. It's a little isolating, because I am a pretty young mother, and the other SAHMs that are there are much older, so no one seems to be very open to me yet. There are a few friendly faces, but overall it has just gone to prove my theory that my former town is full of self important ash-holes. I meant to start watching that new show Suburgatory, because it seems like it must have been written by someone who grew up there, even though I think it's supposed to be in Connecticut, but same diff. Missed the first episode, and they're not online, so I guess I'll just have to live the real thing instead!
