Two years have passed since delivering my 7.14 and 7.8 little punkins, leaving me with stretched out skin, greying hair, and short-term memory loss. And I couldn't be happier. Not a day goes by that I don't thank the good Lord for the ability to walk. It feels so good to stride! To walk briskly! To pump my arms and book on down the road! I don't just schlep into the grocery story anymore, I strut in with my shoulders back and my head held high. I walk with a smile on my face and a song in my heart . . . I walk because I can. And that, my friends, is a beautiful thing.
Dinner last night: pork loin roast, crispy potatoes, green salad