<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: I Heart Boot Camp</title>
	<atom:link href="http://stepmothersmilk.com/2007/08/04/boot-camp/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://stepmothersmilk.com/2007/08/04/boot-camp/</link>
	<description>a blog for advice, forum, help and guidance for the stepmom, stepkids and stepfamily</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 18:59:41 +0000</pubDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3</generator>
		<item>
		<title>By: Stepmother's Milk- advice, blog and forum for the stepmom stepfamilies and step-parents</title>
		<link>http://stepmothersmilk.com/2007/08/04/boot-camp/#comment-385</link>
		<dc:creator>Stepmother's Milk- advice, blog and forum for the stepmom stepfamilies and step-parents</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 17:41:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://stepmothersmilk.com/2007/08/04/i-heart-boot-camp/#comment-385</guid>
		<description>[...] asked my gym trainer if she&#8217;d ever heard of this type of foul transformation. “As soon as I got married and [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] asked my gym trainer if she&#8217;d ever heard of this type of foul transformation. “As soon as I got married and [...]</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>By: Stepmother's Milk- advice, blog and forum for the stepmom stepfamilies and step-parents</title>
		<link>http://stepmothersmilk.com/2007/08/04/boot-camp/#comment-247</link>
		<dc:creator>Stepmother's Milk- advice, blog and forum for the stepmom stepfamilies and step-parents</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 14:07:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://stepmothersmilk.com/2007/08/04/i-heart-boot-camp/#comment-247</guid>
		<description>[...] he cashier at our favorite wine shop, joined a ladies book group, bonded with other soft bodies in Boot Camp and swapped wedding plans with my new hairdresser. I wondered, “Who’s going to be my one good [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] he cashier at our favorite wine shop, joined a ladies book group, bonded with other soft bodies in Boot Camp and swapped wedding plans with my new hairdresser. I wondered, “Who’s going to be my one good [...]</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>By: The Husband</title>
		<link>http://stepmothersmilk.com/2007/08/04/boot-camp/#comment-98</link>
		<dc:creator>The Husband</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 16:24:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://stepmothersmilk.com/2007/08/04/i-heart-boot-camp/#comment-98</guid>
		<description>Okay...  Is there some sadistic quality to women that we men just don't see? When Izzy Rose comes home from Boot Camp on Mon, Wed and Fri mornings, she's wet, covered in grass, beet red in the face (stroke impending), the ball-cap dripping sweat, a smile on her face... and the first thing out of her mouth is a brief recap of the highlights "oh my god! Angela threw-up twice!... it was awesome! Monica (the trainer) kicked our ass! She made us run uphill two miles with a ten pound bar over our heads, if we lowered it, it's another mile...." 
 
Everyday it is something different. Some tale of pain and horror met with glee. Is there something us dumb-old-men don't understand? 

The Husband</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Okay&#8230;  Is there some sadistic quality to women that we men just don&#8217;t see? When Izzy Rose comes home from Boot Camp on Mon, Wed and Fri mornings, she&#8217;s wet, covered in grass, beet red in the face (stroke impending), the ball-cap dripping sweat, a smile on her face&#8230; and the first thing out of her mouth is a brief recap of the highlights &#8220;oh my god! Angela threw-up twice!&#8230; it was awesome! Monica (the trainer) kicked our ass! She made us run uphill two miles with a ten pound bar over our heads, if we lowered it, it&#8217;s another mile&#8230;.&#8221; </p>
<p>Everyday it is something different. Some tale of pain and horror met with glee. Is there something us dumb-old-men don&#8217;t understand? </p>
<p>The Husband</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>
