I just finished going through my tub of pre-pregnancy clothes with ruthless abandon, and now I have a pile of Goodwill and a smaller wish pile which I may fit into again soon. I ended up getting rid of more pants and keeping more tank tops. Some of the tops are cropped, which was cute when I had a cute belly and would be cute if I were pregnant, but are definitely not cute now that I am neither of those things. I'm putting those in the maternity clothes box.
I went climbing yesterday and was pleased to climb a 5.10C that was hard strategy-wise and a 5.10B with some overhang (although neither challenged me as much strength-wise as they could have). We had a group of three and rotated climbing, belaying, and playing with the baby off in a corner. I was afraid the staff would swoop down upon us for breaking the rules about kids in the climbing area, but Mini-Me was fairly well behaved and disarmed surrounding climbers and staff with her cuteness.
I lifted twice this week, and the second time I wasn't debilitated with soreness as I was after the first session. Have slacked off in my cardio but even so, scale says body fat is going down even though pounds are steady or go up a little. Muscle is heavy.
In other news, a few months of careful charting show that I just started ovulating again. (Had two or three (charting inconclusive) anovulatory cycles starting when Mini-Me was six months old.) Time for Mini-Me #2?
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