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I am giving myself kudos for keeping up with my running program. I am getting closer to confessing that I actually might enjoy exercising. This is a huge accomplishment considering the fact that I am the mom who just last month at my check-up checked the box that “Yes” I consider myself in shape. Of course I added beside it that I consider myself to be a “round shape”.
I’m still not ready to get on a scale. As of today, all of my clothes fit just as snuggly as they did a week ago. I think that will be a real thrill the first time I can wear an outfit without needing to wear Spanx underneath it! I remember watching the movie “Gone with the Wind” as Scarlet O’Hara is getting dressed for the picnic. It took two people to tie her corset up. I remember thinking how uncomfortable that must be. The reality is that nothing has changed except that now instead of corsets we have “Spanx”. Getting those things on and off should count as a form of exercise in itself. Every day when I run I think about how much closer I am to not thinking that my “dream” pair of jeans is one with elastic band at the top.
I have improved my eating somewhat but I am also learning that when you are a mom, that is virtually impossible. How can I accept a French fry from one child and not the other? How can I take a lick from one child’s ice cream cone and then deny my other sweet child who is holding their cone up for me to taste as well? I’m telling you, being a mom is very difficult on your weight! I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by not tasting their food! I wish that arguing with my inner-self about what to not eat would burn calories. If that were the case, I would burn off a few extra pounds each day!
Eight days of running/walking are behind me! I find myself anxiously awaiting (or stumbling breathlessly) for my endorphins to kick in. Maybe I was born without any because not matter how far I go, I never feel them kick in. Maybe all of the endorphin stuff is just a myth. Something we tell ourselves we have so that we will keep going.
I tried to go run very early the other day. I figured if I could get up and start running before my brain figured out what I was doing then maybe I would enjoy it more. That wasn’t the case and my brain quickly caught on. I am going to stick to running in the afternoon or evening because I am not a morning person. Plus I find that I am sweating a ton in the sweltering afternoon heat when I run. Regardless of my speed, when I am done I at least look…and smell, like I am a true athlete. That makes me feel good. The first time I walked in from an afternoon run, I was drenched in sweat. Finn took one look at me and asked me why my body was crying. That should be a true sign of how little I have exercised in the past.
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