Weekly Wrap Up

Day 7. Okay, so I'm writing this on Day 8, only because it was really nice not to be a slave to my daily commitments for just one day - no alarm clock, no Tony, no sweating, no computer - all the things that constitute the regular work week.

I officially finished the first week! Woohoo, yeehaw, shizam, and any other interjection I can think of!! Quite frankly, that's further than I thought I would get. Have I said that before? Well, that's because I'm continuing to surprise myself. That's my MO really. I've always gotten hyped about one thing or the other, start off strong, tell everyone I know about the "new me" they'll see soon, only to fizzle out, lose momentum, and go right back to the Krispy Kreme and Coke diet. Even when I do stick with something for more than a month, my fitness (or lack of) comes in peaks and valleys. Senior year of high school, not going to mention which year that was, I was leaning towards the pudgy side. I got the grand idear to join the military to pay for college. Turns out you have to do a LOT of pushups and situps to make it through basic training! So I whipped my soft butt into shape - ran 4 miles a day, had a strict regimen of pushups and situps everyday, ate nothing but water and pretzels (I'll admit, one of my stupider diet plans), and before I knew it I was a size 3 at prom and fit for basic training. After training, I went to college and gained the inevitable 10 lbs. Then married life came and added several more. Then one day, my aunt asked me to watch her run her first marathon. I was at the finish line when I saw her pass me by. I was so moved by the sense of triumph the finishers had that I had have it too. I started running the next day. I ran races, ate well, trained hard, logged about 30 miles a week, and lost about 25 lbs. Hell-O size 5's! Well, it's hard to keep a size 5 when you're preggo. But I didn't just gain baby weight...I gained a whopping 64 lbs!! Problem was, I was in that valley again, the one where all of sudden there were no feelings of regret when I scarfed down a combo meal from McD's. There was nothing motivating me to stay in shape. All that food that I was able to eat because I was going to "run it off anyway" didn't go anywhere but to my thighs. After the baby and after breastfeeding didn't make the weight "just fall right off" like everyone said it would, I kept waiting for some outside source to say, "Get off your butt! Go exercise! Get jazzed about something and stick with it!" ..... It's been two and a half years since my son was born and nothing has forced me to make the climb up that peak. Then, finally I said to myself - I'm tired of feeling bad in my clothes. I'm tired of choosing not to go out with my husband's friends with skinny wives, I'm tired of feeling bad about myself, and no one is going to change that but me.

So with that in mind I start my second week by choice - not because someone or something else motivated me. It's all me this time and I'm ready to climb. All I gotta do is Bring it!!