Hubby, the boys and I moved at the end of April.
We searched for many months for the ‘perfect’ house. We weighed the pros and cons of different areas and decided on a particular side of town that appealed to us for many reasons, then started narrowing down the search. The first house we went through was a “dream” house. It was the one you go through to get your decorating ideas, fantasize about owning someday and then leave.
Well, after looking through probably a dozen more houses, we decided that we still loved the “dream” house.
So we bought it.
And I love it.
We live on a quiet cul-de-sac full of beautiful 2-story brick homes in earthy colours. Almost every home has children the same age as ours and while many of them are military, few of them have plans of moving any time soon. Our yard has mature trees for lovely shade, now that it’s finally hot out. There are at least 4 parks in the immediate area that we could ride our bikes to, plus a path that encircles the entire community for a leisurely 5 km walk/jog/bike.
So what’s the problem?
I think I’m the only person on the street that isn’t in tip-top shape. Everywhere I turn, I see Lulu Lemon, Nike gear, Adidas… the neighbours are constantly heading out for a run, a bike ride, to MMA class, loading their kayaks on their cars, yadda yadda yadda.
I feel like I’m the Froot Loop that got dropped by accident in the middle of the Granola with whole milk.
It’s not that I don’t work out… but I don’t seem to work out as much as these wonderful folks… Plus with my bum leg recently, I’ve been even more lethargic than usual. I’m the ‘big’ girl on the block, and I’m really not that big anymore LOL.
Anyways, I’m using this as inspiration to get back at it. Starting this weekend… we’re having a little eco-adventure, just Hubby and I. Taking the bikes north for a ride, boot camp in the park with the Thai Pads, a nice hike… and finish it off with some Golf on Sunday. 🙂
Yes, that counts as exercise. We walk and carry on a VERY hilly course.
Good luck to me.
Watch out Lulu bitches**…
** I mean this in the nicest possible way… all the ladies on my street (that I’ve met so far) are very very nice