Eight years ago on a windy hilltop in Boulder, Colorado, I married my best friend.
Going on eleven years together, we’ve never been happier.
That’s pretty freaking amazing.
The baby can sit on his own, so he now has a place at the table. (Those Tripp Trapp chairs are such brilliant inventions.) How empowering to be able to sit at the table next to big sister.
I’ve been exercising like a mad woman (well, sorta), I feel fantastic, but am still stuck at my pre pregnancy weight (i.e. twenty pounds higher than I’d like to be). Wah wah.
One thing that’s looking lighter around here though is our pantry.
Here’s what it looked like a year ago:
And the state of it today:
Oh, and here’s our baking cupboard:
While we have less food in the pantry, there’s WAY more foodstuffs in the fridge. (I love the summer produce season.)
In fact the fridge is stuffed to the gills with salad fixings and veggies, cooked quinoa, hard boiled eggs, nuts, stews, braised meats, grass fed beef hot dogs, handmade salad dressings…
Despite no dairy, gluten, nightshades, corn or chocolate in our my diet, we’re eating well around here!
Now to really up the exercise… as much as I love the yoga and walks, they don’t impact my weight the same way that running does. (Good thing I love, love, love my runs!) So I gotta prioritize and find the time to run more than once a week. Right now I feel like it may take a miracle. I’m going to aim for three runs a week and go from there.