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The New Momma Ibarra

I changed the name again.  Muscle Mama Bear felt too long, even though it did feel like it captured what I've been blogging about.  Momma Ibarra seems easy enough to remember, and still me. Coincidentally, I went back to the gym yesterday.  I was too sore to walk much less exercise this morning so I recovered in bed and my alarm is set for tomorrow morning.  I'm feeling the energy I feel when I'm at the gym.  It's intoxicating.  People are suffering and encouraging you to suffer too, and it's awesome.  One of my peeps is pregnant and showing up.  She's awesome.  I think about when I was pregnant and aw hell to the nah I wasn't getting up extra early to go get my ass kicked.  Yet she keeps showing up.  And woding with heavier weight than me.  It's like, why wouldn't I want to get up and start my day surrounded by awesome peeps. I say I went back to the gym because I haven't gone to the gym in three weeks.  The Bears wen...