Tomorrow the baby will be six weeks old. The magic number. The day that 'diet & exercise' resumes it's place in my life. AUGH. AUGH! BooOo! All the fun of recuperation is over. Glah!
Tomorrow I visit the gym. That should be a blast. I haven't stepped foot in there in about a year. Should be fun to try to conceal my wheezing while sauntering on the treadmill.
Tonight is about beer & cake. Lots of beer. Lots of cake.
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