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!