Baby steps… get it?

One of the weirdest things I have dealt with in my adult life… the mom bod. I say weirdest, not worst because if I’m being honest, I fucking love my body. (Sorry grandma if you’re reading this) but it’s true. I am 110% digging these sweet, colour-changing, shape-shifting marks on my hips and legs. I have an x-shaped one on my one leg, it’s like a nature tattoo. My hips are wider and every time I look at them, I am reminded of the life I created with someone I love. My sleeves may be tight, but my arms are strong from holding, comforting, raising my son so far.

All of this touching body positivity aside, I do need to exercise more. As I proudly told my doctor about my walking routine, he gently informed me that I would be on the right track… if I were 40. Fair. Walking isn’t exactly vigorous activity.

I started to rack my brain. How can I exercise while watching Riley full time and being on a budget? Fitness classes and gym membership are a little pricey and I’m not much of a runner. I figured I’d give yoga a try. Regain some balance, ground my intentions each day, improve my flexability, muscle strength and endurance. Cool, but I’ve never been a fan of yoga.

Well, guess what! I don’t know what I’m doing now that I wasn’t doing then, but I am really enjoying myself. It makes me feel energized and relaxed and strong!! I do wish that I could be a fly on the wall and see myself attempting some of these poses. I am not in my best shape.

Like I said, baby steps!

Blogs are hard

I’ve always wished that I was somebody who could just talk. Talk and have people listen. Talk and not trip over my words, stuttering over questions. Talk and be interesting. The same thing is with writing. I have always loved literature from Edgar Allen Poe to J.K. Rowlings to the Pelee Island Grapevine (The local newspaper of the island we frequent), but never had much of a knack for writing.

It would be so convenient to be able to put my pen to the paper and have a story flow out of me or take my cell phone out, open up Word Press and have a spectacularly amazing blog. That’s not really how life works for 99% of the population. If you aren’t a literary prodigy, odds are you may be proof reading and scrapping many silly excerpts and articles.

That’s why I say blogging is hard. I don’t have time to brainstorm, draft, edit, tweak, preview and post so I consider my blog to be more in the category of word vomit.

Why am i telling you this out of the blue? Because I love to write, but for the life of me can’t figure out what I’d like to write about. The best part of this blog post is that as soon as I got it out and typed, my brain FLOODED with ideas. I could have just deleted this all and wrote about a focused topic, but I want to share my random thoughts and how I process life.

You know? Happy Sunday!