Week 1

Here I sit in front of the computer, with a cup of coffee! My reward for dragging my rear out of bed this morning and hitting the pavement!

Last week was a good week. I got up Monday, Wed, Thursday and Saturday and took my pre -planned route through the neighborhood. Dyson has also mapped out "his area" which happens to include a gigantic dump on the lawn at Maplewood Church (3 blocks into our route). It is hard enough to run, hold the dog, and look in people's windows, without having to hold a bag of steamin dog poop. (I am not creepily looking into windows, just helps me keep my mind of the agony of exercise). Anyway, so now I pick up the poo in my little baggy and stash it near the scene of the crime so I don't have to carry it the whole way, then I swipe it on the way home. Tricky I know!

Most mornings were freezing, thanks to this lovely state we live in, but I found the "fellow runners/walkers" to be very supportive of my effort. Effortlessly saying "good morning" while I TRY to muster up enough O2 and vocal chord to even grunt "mornin'". Now they just wave a hand instead. I think that is considerate!

The eating has not been as challenging as I thought it would be. I tend to eat much better on the days that I work out. I work too hard to sabotage my cold morning, dog poop carrying, lung puking workout on a nasty stale PBJ. We even went out for dinner for my birthday and I got a SALAD for goodness sakes. I have not been snacking after dinner time, and if I do, it is a yogurt or some cheese.

So I stepped on the scale this morning and I lost a WHOPPING...... 1/2 of a pound! Yep, not even a full pound. Just a half! I have to tell you, that was so disappointing. Had I weighed myself before my workout, I can assure you, I would have crawled right back into bed....

Week 1
Pounds lost- .5
Pounds lost to date- .5
Pounds to goal- 29.5

Better luck next week!

Did someone say Tylenol???

Ok. here is is... plain and simple... you are all my accountability partners! Since Ryan and I were married 6 years ago, the scale has added more than the "freshman 15". I lived with the lie that after kids, breastfeeding would just melt the weight off! That does not hold true for me! Lily is still nursing and more than a few pounds have made residence in my hip and rear area! SOOOO, I have decided to get MOVING! I am getting up 4 mornings a week to go running with my dog. We get up before the sun is up (which I prefer so nobody sees me waddle down the street). I have plotted out a route that is almost 2 miles. We have made the same run 2 times this week already. I decided to do the same route for a while until I build up some endurance. That way if I am not back by the time Ryan leaves for work, he can tell the paramedics where to bring the oxygen tank!

I have listened to several of my friends and family tell me the LOVE to workout and they just can't get enough of it. Well my friends, I have a feeling that "feeling" will never come to me. Truth be told, I hate exercising. When I was in high school I played a team sport every season so I was able to stay fit without feeling like I was exercising. So now as I move into my early adult years I am finding it a necessity to stop waiting for the burning desire to go run and just DO IT! So here I am putting it in writing, telling you, to hold me accountable.

Here are my goals:
Run with the dog 4 mornings a week. Monday, Wed, Thursday, Saturday
Make smart choices about the food I put in my mouth. (don't just eat the remainders on Abby's plate just because I don't want to throw it away)
Lose 30 lbs by July17

There it is. Once I hit "Publish Post" I am stuck... there is no turning back.

My goal is to blog every Monday and share my weeks progress/struggles.

Hope you all have a nice day! I am going to take some Tylenol and ice my knee!

Almost fearful to put it in writing!

Yep. I locked the kids in the car again today. Call it absent-mindedness, call it going crazy, call it being blonde.... but whatever you do, please don't call Child Protective Services! I was picking Abby up from school this morning, and I actually got there early and had a chance to roll down the window and chat with one of my jewelers. When the kids got released, I just left the car running and met Abby at the door. Upon our return to the car, I realized all the doors were locked and Lily and my every- other- Tuesday -son, Hudson were strapped securely into their car seats in A LOCKED RUNNING VAN! Seriously??!? How did that happen? After frantically checking all the doors I rounded the back of the van and locked eyes with my dear friend (who also happens to be one of Holland's finest) Shaun, and he suggested that I call Tulip City Towing, which I did, and they came, and they unlocked my van.... again. I was so thankful that Shaun sat there and waited with me just in case... but also that it looked like I was chatting with him and not waiting around for a wrecker to come release my kids! ;) I stopped at Ace hardware and picked up a hide-a-key so this shouldn't happen again. PS. I am not concerned that anyone will now try to steal my van. Once they get into it, they will realize there are too many miles, too many old stale fries on the floor, and you have to keep hitting the heater with the ice scraper to keep it turned on. I am sure they will kindly return the key and find something better.

When we got home we had a nice lunch, followed by diaper changes and nap time for all 3 kids! As I was headed down the stairs for some ALONE, quiet time, I feel down the stairs. My rear hurts (which I don't get cuz there is enough padding) and my wrist and shoulder are out of whack.

I would like to request a Mulligan on this day please!

Marcie- There you have it girl! I wanted to add some more pictures for you but my camera batteries are dead. Go figure! I will try loading pictures tomorrow!