Jillian Michaels is out to get me

It's been almost a year since I went back to work and lots of things have changed in our life, including my waist size. Nothing drastic but enough to make me feel bad about my appearance. A little too much jiggle-jiggle and poochy pooch if you know what I mean.

Last week I met up with a friend who has been doing Jillian Michael's 30-Day Shred DVD and she looked fantastic. Of course, I was completely inspired and ran out to buy the DVD. The workouts are only 20 minutes long. I figure if I can't find 20 minutes a day to do something for myself, I have bigger problems than a little waist fat.

This morning was my maiden voyage with Jillian. Is it a bad sign if I'm out of breath two minutes into the warm up? The comments from the peanut gallery didn't help. "Mom, you're looking really tired."  

Despite the mess of panting and edge-of-death that was me on my basement floor this morning, I finished the 20 minute workout. Now I sit her nauseous from what I can only imagine is my body being in total and utter shock. But I feel so good. Really, I do. That's what I'm telling myself anyway.  

Wise beyond her years

Rosalie:  Mom, I want to be a veterinarian when I grow up.

Me: That's what I wanted to be when I was your age too!

Rosalie: Really? What do you do now?

Me:  Public Relations

Rosalie: Oh, so you're a mommy.

Don't shoot the messenger

Tonight as I was attempting to get the girls to bed...

Rosalie (said very seriously): "Mom, I have some very bad news for you."

Me: "What's that, Ro?"

Rosalie: "I'm not sleepy."

Crossroads

Life has continued on in my neck of the woods even though I haven't taken the time to capture it here. Lila graduated to a twin-size bed and, in the process, got her own room while Rosalie got a new roommate. Rosalie has a boyfriend (Sonny). Violet turned two and is a short-sentence talking wild woman. I'm working more, sewing less, and sleeping not so great. But I'm trying to live in the moment and that's primarily why I haven't been here.

I'm also wrestling with a tug I've been having in my heart to return to my faith. Wresting because it's in direct conflict with how my husband and I had originally agreed to raise our children. Now we stand looking at life from different points of view and it is very difficult to say the least. I don't know what will happen but I can't ignore the once quiet voice in my head that has grown into a roar. I'm on a journey.

So it feels very much like I'm at a crossroads. With this blog. With my faith. With my life in general. Here's to choosing the right path.

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