Five weeks after I had Asher, I signed myself up for a half marathon and little did I know what I was going to put myself through for the next 5 months to accomplish that. All I knew was that it was going to be a perfect way to drop the extra pounds fast and I was excited to cross that 13.1 mile finish line. Let me tell you, I hate running. I loathe it with every fiber of my being. Everything inside of me screams with hate with every step I take. So imagine how training went for me... I hated every minute of it. But if anybody else hates exercise like I do, you'll understand that if we don't make a goal for ourselves, then we flat out. wont. exercise. I battled my will to stop and trained my heart out including early mornings after sleep deprivation, late nights after watching the boys all day, and squeezing in runs whenever Josh got home. My goal was met and I crossed the finish line in October with my amazing running buddy who kept me motivated at whatever the cost.
To my surprise, all the weight didn't all come off. I was still 5 pounds over. How could that be????? I killed myself after hours of running for months and months! To anyone but me it probably sounds ridiculous to be upset over 5 pounds but for doing something I hated for that long ...come on!!! So what I do is pick up the scale and move it to a different part of the bathroom where gravity is apparently lighter so it reads that I'm only 1 pound away from my goal. Also take off socks.
But I did lose 40 pounds in 8 months and that is no small feat my friend. Let's take a walk down memory lane shall we and peek at what my body looked like exactly 1 month after I had Asher...now the key to a great "before" picture is to make yourself look as hideous as possible. That means no makeup, nasty looking hair, and don't pick up the area around you for the picture. Leave it there to make you look even more like a slob. Also use your paint software skills to camouflage the fact that you chose to wear your undies for the picture and not a swimsuit. And since I am so skilled at paint, you can't even tell!
Sorry friends, no thigh gap or 6 pack abs to show off. Disappointed aren't you?
Its been two months since my race and those last couple of pounds are still there despite calorie counting, carefully selecting my food, and exercising 3-4 days a week. So for my mental sanity, I've decided to take a weight loss hiatus and start again in the spring. Nine months on and nine months off won't be applying to this mama but I'm okay with that. It just seems silly to not appreciate how far I've gone because of a few silly pounds.
I congratulate my body for a job well done this year! Well done body! You grew a beautiful human being inside of me, amazing work! You endured painful labor all so I could finally meet my son, thank you! You stayed strong all while enduring months of little sleep and much stress, splendid! You fed my little boy into a chunky little beefcake, wonderful job! You ran me all over the countryside to train for a 13 mile race, way to go! And a big thank you to our amazing God who made this all possible and my kiddos who are my motivation to keep up with them =)
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