So depending on which way I stand on the scale, I'm within 5 pounds of my prepregnancy weight. If I stand one-footed, towards the front. I'm trying to remember whether I stood this way on the scale before I was pregnant, because then I'm really comparing apples to apples. Actually, comparing apples to apples would be seeing how my jeans fit, but it's been so hot, I haven't worn them. And anyway, my weight has shifted around a lot (towards my belly - boo hoo) so it's still not quite apples.
I need to get back on track with using the loseit app. I sort of checked out of it because I was eating out and eating new foods, and continually scanning barcodes when Hannah was spilling her sippy cup and throwing oatmeal at me got a bit trying. But with that said, I have been walking around the lake, three miles, pretty much every day. It used to be that on a rest day I actually rested. But now, I just putter along walking slowly. Hannah really enjoys the walks, it's something to do with her, and it gets us out and in the sunshine, so I continue to do them, even on days when I'm beat, but just slowly, listening to my audiobook in one ear. It's still good exercise, even if I'm not racing myself; pushing that stroller with her in it is about an extra 40 pounds, up and down the hills. Not too shabby.
So that's the news on fitness.
In other random news, Iceland just had their first fatal police shooting. This is why I love Iceland. The whole country has never had a fatal police shooting until now. It's sad, but it's still a pretty great testament to how awesome Iceland is. I can't wait for us all to go back there, with Hannahbear. And spend longer than two days. Fingers crossed it could be next summer.