Not only have I not walked, I have barely moved.
This is not due to laziness on my part, but rather to a pinched nerve in my back that came about the Sunday before Easter, and caused me excruciating pain.
Despite all of the good advice I received to "lay low" and "relax", I am a stay-at-home-mom. So while I would have loved to have been able to do both of those things, the reality is that they do not fit into my lifestyle.
Much to my dismay, I wasn't able to sit in the recliner all day long watching Maury Povich to find out whether or not the gentleman on screen was, indeed, the baby's biological father.
Instead, I chased after Grace and performed the daily task of "All Thing's Mom".
Some days I wrestled her into clothes. Other days, I just let her hang out in her p.j.'s, with her hair in a constant state of bedhead, until Jim got home and was able to clean her up.
Instead of the nutritious lunches that I normally prepare, Grace has been surviving off of Annie's Organic Mac-n-Cheese, while I have been standing at the counter and eating Fritos from the bag.
For the first week, Jim was in charge of dinner, which meant that we ate a lot of pizza, eggs and more pizza.
It's true that lately, we have all barely been surviving.
Ok, that may not be true, but you get the point.
The truth is, the lack of mobility and horrendous diet has had me feeling like a sloth, and quite depressed, actually.
Today is the first pain-free day I have had in almost two weeks, and so you can imagine my delight when this morning, before anyone in my home was awake, I snuck out the door and hit the pavement.
Hello, sneakers! Hello, lake! Hello, ME!
Oh, how I have missed you.
Back on track and loving it,