I recently came across an old essay I wrote shortly after Lola was born. It brought back the memory of years I spent with Gin Miller and Step Reebok. Here's an excerpt:
Once I had a beautiful body that I didn't appreciate, with small but buoyant breasts and long legs I toned by running fifty miles a week. Four kids later, need I describe it? Now I do outdated Step Reebok videos, incrementally, in the three-foot space between the padded coffee table and the baby swing. I don't even need a sports bra; during the more rigorous parts, I just hold both breasts in my left hand, keeping my right hand free to swipe the ceiling fan chain away from my face...