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I just got back from my OB and am cleared for physical activity more strenuous than walking or breastfeeding. I am drooling as I page through my fitness DVDs. Today, Josh told me that a piece of advertisement came in the mail from Collage Video, a fitness video website, and how timely indeed. On Saturday I plan to go back to Weight Watchers (I should call and see if my very favorite leader is still there), and I am formulating my plan!

Pregnancy proved pretty crushing to my body in some ways - actually, it wasn't pregnancy versus my sloth during it. I loved being pregnant. I loved the curves my body took on and that I was creating a life. Very heady. But I let myself totally go. My muscles I spent most of 2005 sculpting? Gone like a prom dress. I haven't run since the day before I found out I was pregnant - in November. While I was in labor, I pulled and pushed against the rails on the bed and for a week after I was sore. Crazy.

So here I am. My highest weight ever was 227 lbs. in 2003 when I was first diagnosed with diabetes (type II). My lowest weight after that high was 172 lbs. in November of 2005. I gained 51 crazy pounds while pregnant; as of today I am at 198 lbs., 25 lbs. gone since Matthew was born five weeks ago.

I have a lot to catch up with. I am so fucking ready. My FIRM DVDs are ready to pop in (although I have to dust off my weights); I am printing out a copy of the Couch to 5K plan, and I'm about to search for a 5K race to train up for. There's one at the end of October that I did last year that I can, I think, totally train for and get ready to do.

I am so pumped.

There's nothing I can't stand more than people who bitch about people who bitch about the weather. I mean, come ON, what else do we as a people have but the weather to bitch about? It's one thing to complain when you're living in a balmy paradise with no humidity, heat, or precipitation to crankify your day, but man, when the heat index is above 100 degrees Fahrenheit, if you're flooded because of the rain brought on by a shitty hurricane, or if you're snowed in and unable to leave your house because your local government cut funding for snow removal?

Feel free to whine. The weather won't mind. If you're from San Francisco, though, hush. No room to complain.

(This post was not written because I am complaining about the weather, although I did yesterday verbally, when it got so hot I couldn't really go outside, nor did I want to, because it wasn't safe for Matthew to venture out with me. I just got cranky reading someone else's crankiness over people complaining about the weather. There.)

I am still giggling over the title to this new blog here. I am a type II diabetic and my sugar intake has drastically declined over the course of the last three years since my initial diagnosis.

The song, though, is a song my uncle once put on a mixed tape for me when I was a kid, and when I think of music, my uncle, and what child hood is, I think of this peppy and upbeat song, even though for a kid to like this song is sort of creepy.

So, hi. I'm Casey.