Moving up and out

David’s last day of school was only this past week. His school year ended late and also was extended due to a weird HAZMAT scenario (yeah, don’t ask… too complex to describe) that occurred about a month ago which resulted in the kids being off for a whole week. AFTER they gave back the “snow days” we didn’t use with the mild winter.

Genius!

I have a 4th grader now. That sounds a little scary, no?

David ended the third grade with straight A’s all year long. Considering the rough start we had with him at the beginning of his elementary schooling, I am so proud of my boy. He even received “Student of the Month”. OMG.  He obviously takes after his mom, right?

In local neighborhood news, a Wal-Mart opened a mere stone’s throw from my house.  After hemming and hawing a good deal (and whining… why?  whyyyyy? not a Target for crying out loud?!?)  I decided to check it out.  I’ve since been there 3 times in the last week.  Don’t judge me.  It’s still new.  The crazies haven’t shown up yet.

In personal upgrade news, I joined a gym.

Really, no joke!

Trust me, this was years in the making.  Stepping foot into a gym was one of the scariest things I’ve done in a long time. I even have a personal trainer. Well, until my complimentary sessions run out anyway. Then I either have to pay up to keep him, or be left to my own devices with my “personalized plan”. I’ve actually surprised myself with what I can do. I even mastered figuring out how to turn ON the equipment, so that’s a plus. There’s a weight circuit too, and even if I don’t take on a dedicated trainer, that circuit is staffed all the time. Which is great because I think it might take some time to work up to setting my on weights and seat positions. And let’s face it, even having the illusion of a hot trainer responsible for my wellness is better than none.

I kid.

The net-net of it all is I feel I am in good hands, and as long as I show up my minimum 3x per week, I may just start seeing the skinny girl that has always lurked inside me itching to get out.

 Maybe?

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