Dusting Off

Oh, my dear readers.

Today, I decided to dust off the ol' tennis shoes and go for a "run." I call it a "run" because I jogged. And I walked.

For the past month, Hubs has been working out with his colleagues before or after work three to four times a week. As his waistline trimmed, I felt more and more L-A-Z-Y.

It felt so nice to get to the gym and move. Because fellow Minnesotans know that workouts weren't happening outdoors today. Or yesterday. Or Sunday. And it won't be happening tomorrow, either. Lovely spring, right?

I digress.

It felt wonderful to sweat and feel my feet hit the ... uh, treadmill.

But it felt gross, too. Every move made me realize how long it has been since I've exercised like that. Sure, I've gone on walk after walk. After walk after walk. And Kid loves them. But an actual workout? Sweat in five minutes, out-of-breath workout?

I ran a 5K shortly before Hubs and I found out we were expecting Kid. That was the last time.

That was a long time ago. Kid is one. It has almost been two years.

TWO YEARS!

It felt so good. It felt so awful.

I can't wait to go back tomorrow. I'm going back, and I have goals. That's right folks, goals.

As I stand right now, I am 10 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. So close! I'm also 20 pounds away from my end-of-pregnancy weight. Unfortunately, it is much easier to climb back up the weight scale that it is for the numbers to fall...

But, in all seriousness, how does it all get done? I could go for some advice, because I have trouble fitting it all in. How do you work, exercise, and continue to nurture your relationship (and not fall asleep super early every night)?

Date Night

I was given a $40 gift card to Houlihan's by a few coworkers a few months ago, so that my husband and I could enjoy a night out (thanks coworkers!).

I got home last night from my summer job and realized that the hubs did not take the chicken out of the freezer that morning. This was totally fine by me, I didn't want to cook anyway.

To Houlihan's we went. We got a Pepsi and strawberry lemonade (delish!). The towels they served us at the end of the meal were warmer than our food. And the food itself was mediocre at best. But I'm not writing this post because I am upset about the less-than-perfect service we had at the restaurant. Or the cold and bland fajitas.

I'm writing this post because of this post over at "The Good." It helped me to realize how lovely our date night was.

We talked the night away. We talked about Finn, about my summer job, his summer job. We talked about the dreams for our house, about having kids. We looked into each other's eyes (corny, I know). We enjoyed each other's company.

And when we got home? We took Finn for a nice long walk around the park. It was a wonderful end to a beautiful evening. Thanks to Sara from The Good for helping me to realize it!