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I went for a short walk this morning, to get the juices moving. It was a short walk, only 15 minutes. I didn’t want to overdo it; I really wanted to get my body moving. I may go again this afternoon, either before or after dinner.

Ready, set, go…!

It’s late. But we’re all prepared for tomorrow. The Little One’s food is made. His clothes are laid out. I know what I’m wearing. My bag is all packed for work. The alarm clock is set. The house is clean (relatively speaking.) I am dressed for the gym, and am going in the morning. I won’t be getting much sleep tonight, but it’s okay. I am all jazzed and excited about going to the Y. I will not turn the alarm clock in my sleep…I will go the Y. I will work out for 45 minutes. It will be great!

AM at the Y

Finally. Finally, we’ve got a routine as a household. We’ve gotten into a groove. Da Da takes care of The Little One in the mornings. He changes his diaper, brushes his teeth, and does all the little details that kids need in the mornings. It’s so cute; The Little One will even go get his wipes and bring them to us and can tell us what’s in his diaper. Da Da fixes the banana-honey-rice milk-oatmeal for The Little One, feeds him, gets him dressed (in outfits much better than the ones that I tend to choose,) makes the coffee, and drops him to day care (we switched to a place on the way to his job, which has made life so much easier.) We usually get up at about 5:30, and both leave around 7:15. I carpool to work with two coworkers who pick me up at the front door. In the afternoons, I arrive home first usually by 4:45 (one of the few perks of teaching.) I come home relax for a few, and then cook a nutritious meal for all of us that is on the table by 6:30ish. (The Little One has bad allergies to milk, soy, eggs, and wheat…so he gets his own special super healthy meals.) Da Da picks up The Little One from day care and arrives home between 6:15 and 6:30. We eat dinner together, and then I put The Little One to bed by 8:00, while Da Da cleans the kitchen. It’s been pretty smooth sailing, and this has worked well for us as a family. At the beginning of the school year, we really struggled about how to make the “Juggle” work for us. I felt so tired and overwhelmed. I was on the edge all the time. Things are much better now. While this schedule works well for us as a family, it is still missing something important: exercise. We have not fit in exercise. Neither one of us. We had been taking walks as a family on Sunday mornings, but somehow that stopped. Making a commitment to something means making time for it.  I am going to have to exercise in the mornings. I would love to exercise in the evenings without disrupting Our Best System, but I can’t figure out how to make that work without rushing out the door as soon as I come, which I wouldn’t enjoy. I like taking walks, but walking around my subdivision in the afternoons bores me big time. I know that I’ve come up with lots of different potential schedules since I have been writing this blog, and part of me feels really embarassed about that. I keep wondering why I just can’t pick something and stick with it. But I have to keep trying until I get something that works for me and my family. I have to keep trying until I get it right. I’m really not trying to have perfection, just something that works and keep me in balance. (That’s me being defensive with myself!) I’m more of a morning person, so off to the Y at 5:15am is what I am trying now. I can work out from 5:30 to 6:15, be back home by 6:30, and ready for work 7:00. 

Put one foot in front of the other…

Update: I just got finished walking for about 40 minutes! Now off to do 20 minutes of “PM Yoga.”

Well, I finally did it.
On yesterday, I finally put on my sneakers (or tennis shoes, as we used to call them growing up), put on my workout clothes, and went for a walk! (Is that applause that I hear? Thank you! Thank you!)

But, I had forgotten for a moment. “Forgotten what?” you ask? How out of shape I am! I started out walking like I was 80 pounds lighter than I am…My body quickly let me know that I was trippin’. So I slowed my behind D-O-W-N. I walked for 35 minutes. Walked around the “enclave” in my subdivision.

It felt good.

I felt like I was finally doing something right. The entire time that I walked, I envisioned myself 100 pounds lighter than I am now. I WILL LOSE THIS WEIGHT. Shoot, it’s only MATH, right? Eat less, exercise more. It’s all the emotions that come with our weight that makes it hard.

When I lost weight my freshman and sophomore years of college, I focused my attention on being healthy. That’s how I lost the weight. And that’s what I am doing now. It feels good to be thoughtful of what I am fueling my body with. I have had some slip-ups…that Coke Saturday night at the movie theatre…and a few other moments. But I am doing such more better. And I feel good! I am so proud of me! I know that I keep saying that, but I am.

Sometimes in life, we fall down. We stumble. We mess up. But a few years of being fat should not doom me to obesity for the rest of my life. And it won’t. I wish I would have accepted that in my life a few years ago.

I changed my weight loss goal. My weight loss goal used to be 155 pounds, even when the weight charts and doctor said I should weigh a bit less. But I resisted. Because I was afraid of what it would take to be 140 or 145 pounds. But I am afraid no longer. I want to know what it would be like to not be even the “littlest bit” “chunky”. I think I owe it to myself to try to work up to my “ideal weight.” To be the healthiest I can be. Why not?

My goal weight is 140 pounds. That will give me a little room to grow when we have another child (No time soon!). And G-d willing, I am going to get there!

Here are few thoughts/updates:

–Yoga in the morning?…Ain’t gon’ happen. But going to the YMCA will. For some reason, putting my behind on the floor in the morning, it’s not going so well. But driving to the Y for an early morning session on the treadmill is OK. Hey, if OPRAH can do it, so can I!
–No more eating directly out of bags…I eat too much when I do that!
–No more eating in front of the computer.
–I’ve been drinking lots more water. I pee alot. I forgot what it feels like to drink this much water.

I’m out to go WORK IT OUT!

Peace,
Mjaay