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Saturday morning G had a wrestling tournament and as I “took a knee” to watch his match from the sidelines my thigh muscles started to ache.  Because I’m that out of shape.  I couldn’t even squat for three minutes to watch my son wrestle.

When Hubby’s brother and his wife got married four years ago they had a ceilidh, a traditional Scottish dance party that kind of reminded me of the barn raising scene from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.  Hubby and I danced and twirled around the floor and as the others started pooping out and sat on the sidelines we kept going.  I was in shape and strong and could dance and dance and dance.

That was three months after Little Missy was born and a time that I went to the gym at least four times a week.  After having G I threw myself into Pilates and got strong within six months.  Well here I am, seven months after giving birth to Baby Chickadee, and I’m still looking for my motivation to get in shape.