That is my size these days and it depresses me. I’ve still got five to ten pounds more to lose worth of baby weight and damn if it isn’t near impossible. I have gotten down to about 7 pounds away, but that’s as close as I’ve been. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, I had gained about 20 pounds before I even got pregnant and I’m not quite sure who or what to blame for that. I do know that I need to lose that weight too. Could it be laziness? A new job that requires I have to be at work half an hour earlier and stay half an hour later? Or work where eating out is encouraged? Or age? Could it be that I think my metabolism has slowed down tremendously and my crappy eating habits have not? Can I blame my motivation lasting approximately 2 hours? I don’t know, but I’ve got to do something. I’m not supposed to be a large and I’m getting dangerously close to wearing out the excuse of “I just had a baby…” especially since he will be 10 months old on Monday. So, let’s get down to it.
I am running a half marathon next weekend (pending the weather and “devastation” from Hurricane Irene), then I’m hoping to run another half in the middle of November, I’ve already signed up for a half in March and I would really, really like to do a full marathon next November. I am hoping that I may actually lose some of the weight with all of the training and running I plan on doing. The key word here is plan. Considering I signed up for the half way back in April, I haven’t really done such a great job at training. Part of that has to do with the fact that I do have a 10 month old. He does not make for a very predictable lifestyle.
I’m a big fan of running in the morning, so is Brad. So we have to schedule things. My running days are Monday and Friday, his are Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. We do our long runs on Saturday or Sunday depending on my trusty running companion, Ashley. But some Mondays and Fridays Chase is up at 6:45, and some Sundays and Thursdays Chase is up in the middle of the night, and some mornings I have a stomach ache or a headache. And some weekends it is raining. Or Brad doesn’t want to run. Or we have a huge wildfire near by that creates an awful, smoky atmosphere. Or there is a HURRICANE!!! Or Brad is out of town or has a 4am flight. Or, I use any and every excuse to avoid running.
There has only been one point in my life where running and I tolerated each other. It was while I ran cross country in high school and I literally weighed 45-50 pounds less than I weigh right now. Which is disgusting. I was 18. And hadn’t just had a baby J. Since then I am just not a fan. From the first stride until the last I dread it and can’t wait for it to be over. I got close to that tolerance back in 2007 when I was training for my first half and I would love to get there again. I am hoping that I can’t escape it with all of the races coming up. I can’t even us the excuse that Chase is too young for the jogging stroller (because he really isn’t).
I’m not 18 or 20 or 25 even more. I am getting older, my metabolism is slowing down, I am busier and have more going on with my job and my personal life, I do love to bake, but I do know how to lose weight. I need to stay motivated. I need to eat better. I need to be consistent with my exercise. I need to honest to goodness train. I need to use others to help me. I am not getting any younger or any skinnier.
Enough with the excuses. Let’s do this!