Watermelon

I hopped on the treadmill tonight in an effort to lose the last bit of baby weight (as a side note, my baby is now 17 mo old). I survived. Admittedly, I was only on the treadmill for 15 minutes, but had I not had a prior commitment to my huband (who proposed to me six years ago today, by the way), I would have probably stayed at it at least another minute. 

The impressive part, at least for me, is that I actually ran for awhile. And broke into a sweat. If my boobs weren't the size of the watermelons we have growing in our garden, I might enjoy running. I guess that's both a perk and drawback to breastfeeding.