Monday, April 11, 2011


So in the past few weeks, I have gained about 12 pounds! Not good at all! I'm not really sure what is going on. I am not working out any less and my eating hasn't changed, but I am definitely gaining, my pants are telling me so! I went running today in an effort to combat the spring pounds. I feel like I am back in college worried about the progression to the freshman 15. I'm more than 2/3 of the way there! Ridiculous. I think my hubby is a little concerned too. He brought home the Cross Fit manuals and suggest I read them lol. So I did and there is a lot of good stuff in there. We have talked about creating a Cross Fit gym in the garage, but who knows when or if it will happen. I plan on adding an extra bit of cardio in each day to try and combat the fat, and a definite meal plan and schedule. I really should keep a food journal and count calories, carbs, and proteins, but that is a lot of work so it probably won't happen. The plan is to run 5 days a week and to bike tuesday, thursday, and saturday. Wish me luck. D Day is May 27 (Memorial Day Weekend, my brothers high school graduation, and all the family coming in for a visit.) I cannot and will not be the fat girl at the party! Being overweight really frightens me. The majority of women in my family on both sides are morbidly obese. Being overweight is something I have been afraid of ever since I was old enough to understand what fat was. I can't let it happen to me. So I am headed to the doc in the next week to make sure there isn't something terribly wrong with me to trigger the weight gain, and I am kicking it up a notch in the exercise department. 46 days to get fit and skinny. Let the games begin!

running in the rain

So today it is raining and although the cool down is nice, I do wish I was a little more weather-savvy. I decided today was a good day to get back into the running schedule and 3 miles would do. Big mistake. Should have listened to the hubby- he called this morning and informed me the sky would explode in about 20 minutes. I was sad as I had just strapped the girls into the stroller and found the motivation I needed to make it on the run...He assured me I should have time to make it a short one, just around the block, a mere 1.4 miles. In all of my stubborness, I was determined to make it 3 miles before the rain set in. The volunteer mulching of the trails at Dunbar Cave this weekend took more of a toll on my back than I realized, and running was shear torture, so I had to run in short spurts and walk in between, which added to the time it took to complete the morning trek. About 3/4 mile from the house the sky suddenly turned green and buckets poured down. If the Wizard of Oz had been in color when the storm began that's what it would have looked like. I could even imagine the guy  (running home in a panic) walking his dog near me thinking It's a twista It's a twista! Luckily, I keep the rain cover on the jogging stroller for weather phenomena such as this, and I managed to get the girls covered up just in time. The rain just got harder and harder. I ran as fast as I could the first 1/4 mile or so back to the house, and then it was too hard. My shoes were full of water, my clothes were soaked and sticking to me, my hair had half-way worked itself out of the ponytail and was matted to my face, my leftover makeup from yesterday was streaming down my face, and I am positive that everyone that drove by wondered if I were a disgruntled sideshow performer who had just escaped from the circus