Running with my girls

Mariyn started softball camp today. I had so much fun watching her. She practiced her little heart out for 3 hours. She came home and told her dad how much fun she had. It was awesome.


We were all in the living room tonight, when Mariyn asked me to go for a run with her. We ran to her school and back, looping around our neighborhood. It was just over 1 mile. Mariyn ran the whole time and did not complain. She enjoyed it. How many 8 year olds, like to run? Mine does :) Ok, well, she is almost 9 but still. Make my heart happy to know I'm giving her a good example and habbits for a healthy, active lifestyle.

When Amelia, my 4 year old, heard we were going running, she wanted to go too. I knew she couldn't make the whole mile, so I told her we would take her when we got back. She was a little dissappointed. But that was short lived when we got back home and she was ready to go. I wasn't sure how far Amelia could run, so I figured at most we would run/walk around our block. At least, down the street. Amelia, ran all around our entire block. It's nearly a half mile! We sang our ABC's and counted the whole way. She was very cute and had lots of fun.

I know everyone is proud of their kids (or should be) but it really does give me a lot of joy to see them engage in an active lifestyle. It makes me feel as if I'm doing something right, even if I am still over weight. I'm giving them a love for fitness that will help them live longer, happier and healthier throughout their life. My heart is full <3

5:30 am

I'm not a morning person. Never have been! Growing up, I was always late for school. It doesn't matter what time I go to bed, dragging myself out of it has always been so hard. Even as an adult, I struggled to get to work on time.

But today, here I sit. It's 5:30 am and I'm up getting ready for my 5K and blogging. I'm excited. Yeah, I know it's only a 5K but still this is something more than that to me. A year ago, it was proving to myself and everyone else that I was able to run. Now, I love to run.

A year ago, I was changing. Changing into a new healthier, fitter me. I'm still here. Maybe a little bit chubbier than I would like. Maybe I've been making bad eating decisions. Maybe I've been struggling but guess what? There is something I'm doing that matters more than that. ...

I'm still here! Yeah, that's right. I'm still here plugging away little bit by little bit doing what I can. I'm not giving up, I'm not giving in and I'm not going back.

I am no quitter. I'm determined. I am going to run!

Slippery Slope

I've noticed my dieting and life style change has quickly gone out the window. I haven't weighed my self in months! I'm still wearing the same size clothes as I was but they do not fit the same. How did this happen, you might ask?

It's a slippery slope. After my injury, I slowly allowed junk back into my diet. A brownie here, something chocolate and delicious there. Eating out.. because I was too lazy/stressed/busy to cook. Depression set in, more bad eating choices. Portions got larger. Choices got poorer.

We've even gotten into the habit of eating fast food. Drinking soda. I've made cupcakes twice this week! And eaten more than my fair share.

I'm not willing to give up every food I love to loose weight. But I'm not willing to go back to where I was either. I can easily see, how continuing like this can be dissasterous.

I see people from the gym, around town and I feel guilty. My children keep asking to go back to the gym. I need to sit down, and figure out a training schedule and stick to it. I've been runnning, at least that's something. But I know the diet has to change or I won't progress and make my goals like I want to.

My next 5K is Sunday. I'm looking forward to it and spending the day in San Francisco afterward with friends.