This morning Taylor and I met up with Chele, Paige & Elliot and LeAnn & Rell for a wonderfully long walk. We have all been committing ourselves to this stroller-club twice a week for the past two months, and as hard as it is to leave the house some mornings, I have enjoyed every second of our walks. Even the hills. And whether it be that I’m now in my 30s or that I’m always within an arm’s reach of peanut butter, my last 10 baby-pounds have been extremely hard to shake. So not only are our bi-weekly adventures good for the soul, they are also good for diminishing the muffin-top reaction between me and my jeans.
Taylor seems to really enjoy the walks as well. I know she’ll have more fun once she’s stable enough for a real stroller, but for now she’s stuck watching me huff-and-puff my way up the hills. It would be interesting to know what she, Elliot and Rell think of stroller-club. Hopefully all of the gossip, sweat and tears won’t do any permanent damage.
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