Today marks the last day of my first "Boot Camp".  I really enjoyed the class, and surprisingly the 5:30am start time wasn't much of an issue.  About 90% of the mornings I was already half awake nursing Linnea, so jumping into some workout clothes and heading to a boxing gym wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.  I kind of liked coming home at 6:45, ready to see Linnea and start the day.  Every once in awhile she'd go to sleep for an hour after we ate breakfast, and I'd catch a little cat nap before work. 

I'm finding that the scheduling has become the biggest issue - time management.  I have an overarching feeling that I'm always rushing to do the next thing.  Rushing to work, rushing to get home to feed the kiddo, rushing to eat dinner and get ready for bed before the last feeding of the night.  The only time I'm not rushing is when I'm feeding Linnea.  

Now I'm starting on a night run with Bethany and whomever wants to join us.  This is going to be a trick.  Rush home, change my clothes, feed Linnea, and I'm out the door.  I want to start taking a boxing class or cross fit class, but all too soon I'm realizing that the only hours I'm spending with Linnea are on weekends and briefly in the morning.  Otherwise she's eating, fussing or sleeping.  Argh.  Miguel and I are trying to figure out a sustainabe schedule, but it's a big change not to be able to workout together anymore, and neither of us is getting the same amount of exercise as we used to.  

And to boot, I NEED the workouts.  I could use 2 running nights AND the kickboxing and cross fit.  Not to mention a mountain bike ride again someday.  I gained about 25 pounds during the pregnancy and I lost about 10 right after the birth.  Somehow with 6 weeks of boot camp behind me, a pretty typical "Heather" diet, and even some runs here and there, I'm still hainging onto the 15 lbs I had 3 months ago.  I'm giving myself 3 more months and that weight had better disappear so I can start wearing OTHER pants again.  

Luckily Linnea continues to be cute.  She's worth all this trouble, so I'm not to bothered by it.  She started pulling my hair 3 days ago.  This might sound like a negative, but it really is a sign of progression.  She's actively and regularly grabbing things now.  Toys, rings, papers, and her very cute stuffed and cuddly puppy dog.  She does manage to turn her beaming smile off when the cameras come out, but if you were to see her in person, your heart would melt with her giant grins.

I think I'll sign up for the next boot camp.  I'm up to 5 pullups and I need at least another 5 before I'll consider myself "back in shape" - I despise that phrase.  And frisbee!  Frisbee will once again be in my repoitoire.    We're also redesigning the gym website, so at least this next series of Boot Camp classes will be paid for, and I have no excuses.  Bring it on.

Oh, and I had to include this super cute photo of Mocha.  She keeps an eye out for the times when we forget to pick up Linnea's Boppy (moon-shaped pillow) off the couch - if it is unattended, she moves in.  Look how sweetly she has plugged herself right into the Mocha-sized hole in the center.  14 years old, still lookin' great, and always a little stinker.  Way to go Mocha!