Side note: J has lymphedema (more info at the woefully un-updated lymphbaby) and hydro is excellent for her feet. The condition is not severe enough to mandate Rx hydro, so we make do on our own at the Y. And I ~really~ wish she'd stop singing that song every time we get in the car to head over there!
When the budget got tight we let it lapse (2004, 2005? somewhere in there). Then dh got a new job in 2009. One of the benefits is that they will pay up to $30/month for gym membership. That's almost half our family membership to the Y, so we re-joined last week.
We signed up to get J in a nice, indoor pool for her piggies. And so that I could take the free monthly water aerobics classes.
See, I do want to get into shape. Being anywhere from 100-130lbs overweight, depending on the chart you use, is getting old.
7 years ago I thought I was big as a house, but when I go back and look at my fitness logs (yea, I know, I'm a geek and a list freak, I keep logs and spreadsheets of all sorts of crap) I weighed roughly 40lbs less than I do now. This is NOT GOOD.
I'm signed up for an official twice-weekly class after work beginning in June, and plan to attend an open (no sign up required) class at another location this month. Beginning Monday.
We went as a family to the pool on Friday night and I realized that the, ahem, plunging neckline of the suit I bought for vacation last summer was not really practical for an exercise class. Not if I wanted to stay IN the suit. (I totally bought it for dh... *egrin*).
All of which leads me to yesterday afternoon. When I commenced the Great Swimsuit Hunt 2010. Y'see, finding a suit that fits is no easy task when it needs to have enough fabric to cover me as to cover the front end of a small car. I did my homework online, but I wanted to find one I could try on. I looked up the stores where I've found suits in the past, then abandoned the fam and headed out on what I fully anticipated would be an hours-long slog through too many stores and dressing rooms.
The first store I went to (Sears, if any of you other size22/24 ladies are curious) had a decent amount of options in stock in my size. I wanted a one-piece with no skirt--those things hold something like 30lbs of water in the skirt material!--but that was not meant to be.
Failing that, I wanted something with:
- a long enough top to cover things (mah belly) no one wants to see after having two kids
- a sport back because straps tend to stretch over time and then the over-exposure problems begin again.
- brief bottom (see notes re: skirted suits above).
Second pleasant surprise came 15 minutes later at the register: It was ON SALE.
Conclusion: Karma wants ME to get fit. I paid 50% off regular retail and got what I wanted at the first store I went to. What other explanation makes sense?
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You shouldn't have let the bunny go - its cruel. What you should have done (and yes I'm not in your shoes and what is done is done - this is only my .02) is tell your father and EVS that you couldn't manage the animal and had them keep it there at their farm and care for it on BEHALF of your daughter - she could visit it when you all came over.
That said I am of the opinion that you shouldn't ever give anyone a live animal - especially a child. However if for some bizarre reason you do make certain they want it and that they can care for it its entire life.
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