“Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heart, talent, guts. That’s what little girls are made of.” Bethany Hamilton

Its been hard to blog without a computer, folks! But while I feed a tiny baby on my lap this morning, I came across a Facebook post from one year ago today that I’d like to copy and paste to share…oh, my train of thought I have while exercising! Enjoy!

~~Amie

My thoughts, in order, while running my C25K workout for tonight:

1. Determination, yes! Today was a good day all around, going to finish strong! 💪

2. Whoa, I need to plan accordingly so my running portions of the workout don’t end up going uphill.

3. Holy crap, do I really *double* my running time on this round, what happened to slowly stepping this up each week?

4. #%*&$!!!!!! SNAKE!!!!!! *jumps off the sidewalk and into the bike lane in the road — but I don’t stop running* 🐍

5. I think I’m dying…oh good, there’s people up ahead, they can call 911 from the USDA building on our right.

6. Oh god, there’s people up ahead…do I go around them? Do they step aside for me? I CAN’T STOP RUNNING, I AM NOT A QUITTER!

7. Oh hey, I’m in the grass now, looks like I go around them.

8. Halfway…

9. What?! It can’t be time to run again, my heart rate just slowed down! At least it’s the short run time.

10. How did I ever used to run so easily in PE and soccer?

11. Am I having fun? No, no I don’t think I am.

12. My legs are lead weights.

13. Oh god, this is where I saw the snake…thankfully I’m on the other side of the street now.

14. I can’t do it, I cannot run another solid 3 minutes before I get to walk it home, I can’t…well, there was the bell, start running legs…

15. What was it John Donne wrote about bells? “For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.” I think that’s what the bell sounds are in the app, maybe that snake killed me and – not realizing I’m dead – I hear the death bells tolling to announce my departure…

16. Well crap, I can’t do basic mental math anymore, but I just mentally recited a piece of Medieval English poetry I learned over 20 years ago? My brain is messed up!

17. How am I not done yet? This last 3 minute stretch had to have ended a looong t— oh, there’s the bell.

18. Walking time, sweet.

19. *app lady voice “You’re workout is complete”*

20. You’re darn tootin’ it’s complete! I am the champion, bow before me!!!!

21. Time to walk it home with my 90’s R&B playlist…enter Keith Sweat…

Author: lifedeathdieting

My story is the same as most women, all was fine with my health, weight and body -- until I had kids. My metabolism is nearly non-existent, it seems I have to put in 10X more effort as anyone else to loose even 1 pound (yet, I can gain weight almost instantly if I allow myself even a single cheat day), I'm embarrassed to say how many different diets I've tried and bombed, and most days the motivation simply isn't there. I have even met much resistance with people in my life, dieting and loosing weight is such a common topic, I think it is often minimized just because so many people talk about it everyday. Friends and family always brush it off like its something I can do if I just stop whining about it and just do it -- but I can't, I've learned over the last 17 years that it is far more complicated than "just doing it." Exercising is difficult with all the loose skin and fat that sags on my abdomen...but I need to exercise to get all that fat off...but many exercises I can't do because the fat and skin are in the way...it's a loose-loose at the moment. But there is a new dawn on the weight loss horizon, I have finally begin to drop some weight, and I am slowly figuring out where my buggaboos are hiding within my mind and my diet. I am sharing this journey to chronicle the successes and failures on my return to health.

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