Wisconsin was not kind to my body. Too much cheese and sausage led to me putting on 4 pounds in one week. Drinking every night with my parents also might have had something to do with it. I also have several bug bites on my legs that continue to itch. I am starting to think that all bug sprays are a scam. I loaded that stuff on me every night and still got bit. ??
Anyway I weighed myself on Saturday night when we got back into town right before going to bed. I almost cried when I saw the number. How could this be? I am not pregnant and really can't use "I just had a baby" as my excuse anymore. After all she is 1 now. I started to think back as to what I weighed before having my kids and when I got married. When I was really honest with myself I realized I need to lose 15 pounds to get back down to the weight I was before I had my kids. 15 pounds. Sounds easy....but I think I might have to actually exercise to get that off.
Lately I keep see posts from friends of mine on Facebook who have achieved fitness goals...like running a 5K or completing a triathlon. When I see their pictures and read about their successes the bigger part of me is thinking, "Wow that is awesome. I am jealous! I wish I could do that. " The other petty part of me is thinking, "You suck. Now there is one more person who looks amazing after motherhood to make me feel worse about my own body."
Even though I know it is wrong to let the petty part of me have a voice, I actually think this is the voice that is going to inspire me. I used to like the way I looked. I used to think I looked pretty good. I miss my old, pre-motherhood body. I miss my flat stomach and cute butt. I miss easily fitting into my size 8's and being able to eat whatever I want. Now I have to squeeze into those size 8's and every time I eat I think, "Will I regret this later?".
So after weighing myself I came into bed and told Chad. He of course in his ever so supportive tone said, "Well, what are you going to do about it?" After 10 minutes of a back and forth sarcastic battle between the two of us in which I got defensive, then pouty, I realized he was right. (God it sucks to write that....). Somehow during the course of this conversation Chad became my trainer. I am not sure how this happened. I know I didn't ask him, but I also know deep down that I need someone to push me. Someone who won't take any of my excuses or bullshit and someone who is good at being a douche to me....who better than my husband?
Seriously though...he is perfect for the job. So last night training officially began. I should also add that I want to run in a 5k this fall to support those fighting breast cancer. My friend was recently diagnosed and is working her ass off to battle this disease. Her kids are the same ages as mine (3 and 1) and her diagnosis came as quite a shock. If she can endure chemo, surgery, and radiation then I can run a 5k. My fat, hasn't run since high school ass can run a 5k. It's not that far right? 3.2 miles...what?
So last night I suited up (running shoes, ponytail, knee-brace) and started off on the course Chad set for me. Let's just say it sucked. But I did it. I couldn't run all the way - but I ran more than I thought I could. And after I caught my breath and sucked down a bottle of water, I felt good! There is more in store for me tonight....so stay tuned. I will need all of my friends to keep me inspired to get back into shape and lose those last 15 stubborn pounds. But more importantly I want to be able to say I did something. I set a goal and completed it. I know that will be the best reward.