This title would be my version of the shirt a 19 year old girl wore into the WIC clinic today. She walked in with her cute little belly and a blaring pink shirt that read, "I'm not fat, just KNOCKED UP." I guess I'm not really fat either but those fertility drugs have not done me any favors. Nor have the months where I wasn't really working out as much because it could possibly, maybe affect our ability to get pregnant. What I've realized is that I don't really feel healthy anymore and how can being unhealthy make you prepared to carry a healthy pregnancy if God were to bless us?
So this week I've really embraced getting healthy. Even though I'm out in the field I've brought my yoga mat along with me. Hammer downloaded the podcast yogamazing which is AWESOME. I've really enjoyed waking up and stretching out my muscles and I've already noticed the tone returning to my arms since I picked up yoga again (about a month ago.) And I've loved the Kroger right by my hotel which has an amazing salad bar and selection of organic products. I'm in shock over this because I'm literally in podunkville and their Kroger kicks my Kroger's butt. I'm not complaining too much because our store is being remodeled and I'm hoping it's just as great when it's all done.
I'm actually just feeling really blessed and encouraged. Even though I'm back to hanging out with pregnant women all day I'm not really feeling bothered about it. God knows I needed His protection again this week and He delivered.