Procrastination! Day 4

Day 4: 8/3/12

The alarm goes off at 5am.  What do I do?....I shut it off and reset it to 5:40am.  UGHHHH......way too tired, I tell myself.  But now I can't really sleep anyway and my husband's stupid phone alarm starts going off, so I threaten him with death if he keeps hitting the snooze.  For some reason he actually listens and shuts it off.  Finally I fall back to sleep but 5:40am comes way too quick.

I go down stairs and the dog jumps to his feet ready to assume his role as running partner, (little does he know we're not going, and he's already been fired anyway).  Looking away from his judging little eyes I make a bee-line for the bathroom, instead of getting ready to head out the door.  I keep making excuses for myself.  I'm too tired, I need a day to re cooperate, I'll do a workout DVD later, etc, etc, etc...I am the Queen of excuses and procrastination, especially when it comes to physical activity.  Hence the reason it's taken nearly ten years to start running again.  Believe it or not there was a time, a very LONG time ago, when I could run for 30 minutes with out even getting winded.  Now I can barely breathe after 1/2 a mile....did I mention I'm not even a smoker?

So it looks like all yesterday's talk of "stepping up my game" has gone completely out the window.  Anyway, I will call today one of my "down" days.   Hopefully I will follow through and actually use one of the MANY exercise  DVD's that I like to collect, keep in the cellophane wrappers, and decorate my shelves with.  Or even better...I can multitask and do the "Just Dance for Kids" on the Wii with my 5 year old daughter, that thing always kicks my butt.  So, bonus: exercise + mommy/daughter bonding...yes, I think I will do that.

Cano...You're Fired! Day 3

Day 3: 8/2/12

Since I was going into work an hour late today I decide to not set my alarm so early...5:30am will do instead.  Well the dog has other plans because at 5:06am I am awoken by warm, stinky, dog breath being panted into my face, apparently he's ready to go.  I on the other hand am not, so I shoo him away and roll over.  5:15am my husband's alarm goes off, which of course he then hits the snooze button every three minutes until 5:30am when my alarm goes off.  So really there was no sleeping in for me.

Today I run straight from the get go, I am over the whole "self conscious" thing.  We make it quite a bit further until I have to stop.  I wonder if I got this out of breath when I was a teen, and maybe I just sucked it up better.  I think I've turned into a wuss.  Just as we start jogging again, I turn the corner and see someone out walking their enormous dog.  Now I am resistance running because Cano (my dog), wants to stop and sniff this new encounter.  He fights me the entire block until we once again turn the corner and they are out of sight. 

I force myself to run for longer periods and a little faster, this is when I decide the dog is fired as my running partner.  He wants to keep stopping to pee on, or sniff various things.  Then there is the last 3 blocks home where I literally have to drag him along....not because he's distracted now, but because even though we are walking, at this point he wants to lay down in the street.  I guess jogging isn't going to be his thing.  At least we still have his evening power walks.  I decide tomorrow "dog free" I'm stepping up my game.  No walking.  And perhaps a little strength building in the evening....it could even be time to dig out the 'ole P90X.  We shall see.

Oh my Aching Muscles... Day 2

Day 2: 8/1/12

The alarm goes off again at 5am.  I am much less excited this time, and lay there for another 5 minutes.  Then I climb over my youngest little one, (who has at some point in the night crawled into bed with us) and get up to get dressed.  This time I am wearing shorts and a tee shirt, because no matter how chilly it's going to feel when I walk out the door, I remember sweating my butt off yesterday in my sweatpants and sweatshirt.  Oh yes, and I make sure to put on a bra! 

I limp down the stairs...literally.  My muscles protest every step.  The dog must even feel a little sluggish because when I meantion the word "walk" he just looks at me.  So I clip his leash onto him and coax him to his feet, although he really didn't need much coaxing.  Once again we are out the door and under way.  I still refuse to run off the bat, I don't want the neighbors making fun of my jogging abilities if they happen to be awake at this ungodly hour.  But I pick up the pace a few blocks down the road.  Today is easier, but I still have to stop and walk, mainly because the dog is dragging.  I get all self conscious again and wait until no one is on the street before I will stop or start jogging.  I don't know why, but I just do.  So you can imagion my horror when I see another jogger in the distance coming straight for me and now I have to keep up this pace because I refuse to stop when someone is watching.  They pass and I cut down a side street to start walking.  Soon I am home again, taking 20 minutes today to make my loop.  I give a silent "WooooHoooo" and vow to eat better today.  Baby steps I tell myself...

The Journey Begins! Day 1

First let me start off by saying, this blog is not a "How To".  I am by no means anyone who should be giving advise on how to get fit and lose weight.  This blog is simply my journey to getting fit.  The ups, the downs, and everything in between.  A way to keep me motivated so to speak....but if you would like to read along and travel this road with me, I'm hoping at the very least it will be entertaining!

For those of you who don't know me, I am a 28 yr old mother of 3.  Although, I will be fair and say one of them is my step son, so I only physically boar 2 of them.  But none the less, anyone who's had children knows that your body is just never the same after.  My case is no different.  I had my youngest child 4 years ago and although I have lost all the "baby weight", I have never returned myself to that "pre-baby" body, or even attempted to for that matter.  Maybe it doesn't exist any longer, but I swore to myself before I hit 30 and really started to go down hill, I would give it a good try.

Day 1: 7/31/12

I wake up at the butt crack of dawn.  5AM that is.  I'm actually excited to get started and feel like a little kid on christmas morning.  I think I even woke up like 3 times during the night because I was afraid I would over sleep.  Then I get dressed for this morning jog I am going to take.  Well, not so much get dressed as opposed to throw a sweatshirt on over the tee-shirt I wore to bed. I walk downstairs and have the wonderful idea of taking the dog jogging with me.  My darling dog is now all waggily tailed and can hardley contain his excitement at the prospect of a morning outing, which is actually quite dangerous since he's a 110lb Newfoundland.  So everything on the endstand goes flying and I'm nearly knocked over by his enthusiasum.  Luckily we out the door in under a minute.

All the sudden I am hit by a case of stage freight.  Silly I know...it's 5am, who the heck is awake?  But I'm an awkward looking runner, and since I haven't run in nearly ten years, I'm also a slow runner.  So I decide to power walk for a while, in my head I'm justifying this by saying it's a "warm up".  But I finally make myself jog and then I notice my rookie mistake of forgetting to put on a BRA for goodness sakes!  Good thing I'm wearing a sweat shirt and not well endowed.  So onward I go, jogging a few blocks, walking a block, jogging a few, and so on.  Which I keep telling myself is more for the dogs benefit than mine, because I don't want him to have a heart attack, and he's in about as good of shape as I am.   25 minutes and about 2 miles later, we are home.  The dog is a panting mess, while I am a sweaty mess, that is gulping for air, and ready to collapse.  Although now I'm proud of myself, and go on to start my day.  Unfortunately...this is where my day of fitness ends, because I go to work and down 2 pieces of zuccinni bread for breakfast, 2 pieces of pizza for lunch and another for an afternoon snack.  Good thing I went jogging!

PS...I will post my "before" pictures at some point, but I don't think my husband is too keen on me putting pics of myself in my underwear on the internet for all too see, and frankly neither am I...lol!