I want to be a runner. It's a dream that I've had most of my life. When I was told to run in elementary and middle school I tried, then got cramps in my sides before I ran very far. In hindsight, it was probably asthma, but I didn't get diagnosed until 3 years ago. Since then, I've used it as an excuse for why I can't run. It's stupid, because I'm only hurting myself, I know.
I started the C25K with my cousin in September. We made it through the first week, then schedule conflicts came into play. Then my foot started hurting mysteriously. I still have no idea what happened with that.
The C25K is probably my best bet to get started running. I also need a venue. Guaranteed I will not be running when it is freezing cold outside. We tried the local Y and the limited schedules for things did not work for us.
If I had my way I would join a local private athletic club. The hours are better, the facilities are nicer. The is a lot for my family to do there.
I would like to run.
I would like to run a marathon.
I'm not sure how this will happen.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
I'm Not Sure When I Ate Myself, But Obviously I Ate SOMEONE
I was very skinny growing up. I heard all the nicknames, Beanpole, Skeleton...whatever. Whenever I sat on someone's lap they'd exclaim about the hurt my bony butt produced. High school arrived and I had a relationship with a less-than spectacular boyfriend. I'd had boyfriends before, but he was different and had some strange hold on me. We were together for four years and the stress of the relationship caused me to be skinnier than ever. In high school I was 5'8" and 130 pounds.
This weight probably skewed my view of a healthy weight. College I was more like 160 and thought I was FAT. I had gained the Freshman 15 and more, even though I didn't go away to college until my junior year.
When I got married I was bigger than I wanted to be, but I was still at a healthy weight. When I had my first baby I still hadn't gained much.
By the time I had my second baby I was larger than I'd have liked to be. He nursed once he was born and that helped me lose weight more than I had before. He was a plump baby fed solely on breast milk which helped his mother be thinner.
I wanted a third child and the conception was difficult to say the least. Three years of trying and testing and disappointment every month is tough on the psyche. I gained and lost. Yo yoing was a new thing for me.
By the time I was pregnant with our third child I had gained more than I wanted to admit. Then I didn't gain anything. I lost weight and my doctor worried about the possibility of twins or a thyroid problem. Tests revealed there was one baby and there were no health issues causing the lack of weight gain. Truth told, it was because I was treating myself with healthier habits since I was pregnant.
Fast forward: I was relatively thin following the birth of my third child. She nursed for 18 months or so and that helped stem weight gain. When babies wean after nursing that long, however, it is difficult for the mother (well, at least, me) to adjust to the reduced demand in calories.
Next thing I knew I was 100 pounds overweight. And when you get to that point it's hard to feel hope to turn things around.
Today I am probably 150 pounds (at least) overweight.
I want to make a change. So here I write about my journey. From FAT to FIT.
This weight probably skewed my view of a healthy weight. College I was more like 160 and thought I was FAT. I had gained the Freshman 15 and more, even though I didn't go away to college until my junior year.
When I got married I was bigger than I wanted to be, but I was still at a healthy weight. When I had my first baby I still hadn't gained much.
By the time I had my second baby I was larger than I'd have liked to be. He nursed once he was born and that helped me lose weight more than I had before. He was a plump baby fed solely on breast milk which helped his mother be thinner.
I wanted a third child and the conception was difficult to say the least. Three years of trying and testing and disappointment every month is tough on the psyche. I gained and lost. Yo yoing was a new thing for me.
By the time I was pregnant with our third child I had gained more than I wanted to admit. Then I didn't gain anything. I lost weight and my doctor worried about the possibility of twins or a thyroid problem. Tests revealed there was one baby and there were no health issues causing the lack of weight gain. Truth told, it was because I was treating myself with healthier habits since I was pregnant.
Fast forward: I was relatively thin following the birth of my third child. She nursed for 18 months or so and that helped stem weight gain. When babies wean after nursing that long, however, it is difficult for the mother (well, at least, me) to adjust to the reduced demand in calories.
Next thing I knew I was 100 pounds overweight. And when you get to that point it's hard to feel hope to turn things around.
Today I am probably 150 pounds (at least) overweight.
I want to make a change. So here I write about my journey. From FAT to FIT.
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