Sticks and Stones (or When "Bouncing Back" is More Like "Meandering Back")

I've been feeling pretty good lately with all the skating I've been doing; my renewed interest in logging in some hours at the gym; the combo of yoga, pilates, zumba, weights, straight up cardio . . . I eat pretty well.  Actually, I eat really good food (fruits, veg, lean protein, yogurt) throughout the day - and then usually kinda shoot myself in the foot in the evening time.  Like, not one but two icecream sandwiches with caramel sauce.  Like, eat the whole bar of dark chocolate after Jesse has fallen asleep on the couch. 

But aside from that, I've been doing pretty good :)  So I wore a tank-top for the first time to the gym yesterday - no baggy t-shirts for this derby-mama-in-training! 

And, inevitably, a woman in my pilates class very sweetly asked me when I was "due."   :(  

(And this was after we had just been discussing the super-fit body of a mother-of-four-zumba-instructor.)

I make a sad face but it was actually just kinda funny - I laughed and told her that no, no, I was getting the baby weight off and she was 8 months past "due."  I think we then smoothly transitioned into talking about the Y's excellent daycare program.

Oh well.  Back when I actually was pregnant I loved showing off my baby belly, so I really should be just as proud to rock the post-baby belly.  Especially since my legs and booty are lookin' SO good from all this skating . . . . ;)