Friday, May 24, 2013

The Week of Big Things!

So this week has been a week of big happenings and BIGGER emotions!! 

Princess P has started 'school'. Now, when all you other mothers gave me advice and told me horror stories and good stories about being a parent, NO ONE FREAKING WARNED ME OF THIS FEELING! Everyone said the first day you go back to work, you will cry and it will be tough. LIARS. That shit was easy compared to leaving the baby sitter and knowing she was onto the next phase in her life. I also think that I was in desperate need of daily adult conversations. I LOVED being home with her those first six weeks but I was ready to go back to work. I give all of you single/stay at home parents a HUGE round of applause. Lord knows I could never do it!!!! I always said that I would love to be a stay at home. I would beg my husband on a daily basis to let me quit my job. Let's be honest. It was because I didn't really like my job, not because I REALLY wanted to be a stay at home mom. I mean, I have a friend who is THE BEST stay at home mom. She has 3 girls and homeschools her kids and does all sorts of cool and fun things with them. She is my mommy role model. I would never be able to do that for my kids. So in all reality it is not fair for me to stay home. I need to work. I need adult interaction. I need mommy time. Princess P also needs the socialization with other kids. We are in the thick of the terrible two's. Now you other parents warned me of this day. But now that it is here and I complain about it, this is the response I get "oh boy, if you think two is bad, wait til three, it is worse!" What the hell! You all said NOTHING about three's being worse than two's. She has the attitude of her mother and the temper of her father. Not a good combo. Trust me. So anyways, onto the real topic, her starting school. Last Friday was her last day at the sitter that she has gone to all of her life. This day was bittersweet for me. I was happy to be moving onto the next phase because I know that is what she needed. She needs potty trained. She needs to say her abc's without a fight. She needs to learn to share. She needs to have an attitude adjustment. We loved the babysitter. There were some bumps that we weren't happy with but they were fine and we are all ok and fine. I picked her up that Friday because Daddy said 'that situation is just too uncomfortable for me'. I'm calling BS. He has emotions but doesn't like to show them and he knew he would cry like a baby, just like I did. So Friday wasn't awful but I did tear up because it is all we have ever known. All 3 of us. This woman took our child in like her own. She helped us to raise this little human that is our daughter. So obviously, that Monday was her first day of 'school'. I was trying to hold back the tears and not let her see that I was nervous for her. Daddy got to stay home late with us so he woke her up. When he woke her up, I got teary eyed. Our little girl is growing up! This is weird. We had decided the night before that we would stop at a doughnut shop on our way to school and Daddy would go to work and I would take her to school. She loved it. She picked out a plain doughnut with chocolate frosting. I got a plain glazed doughnut and only ate half because I was so nervous about the drop off that was going to happen soon. Daddy goes to work and I take the princess to school. We talk the whole way there and she is so excited because she is going to see friends, play outside, read, play with toys, all of the fun things that two year olds love! We pull in and she sees the playground. She instantly says, 'I wanna play with my friends on playground'. I tell her she has to wait a little bit but I'm sure she'll get to today later. We walk in and she is looking around and asking me 'where my friends at?'. The director is there to show me the way and help me out on our first day. I take her to her drop off room and there are a few other kids in there. She lets go of my hand and runs to the toys. She finds a baby doll and another little girl that is playing near it. She brings baby to me and shows me and off she is again. Next thing I hear, a little squeal. She is so excited! She doesn't know what to play with next! YAY! This is much better than I thought it would be. I didn't have any tears that day! I picked her up that afternoon and she was all smiles and excited to tell us all about her day. Needless to say, this was the BEST decision we've made for her! She is growing into such a little girl. She wakes up every morning and asks if she can go to school and play with her friends. She LOVES it there!! This mommy is so happy.

There are a few other things that have happened this week with a range of emotions. Since I rambled on a little longer about school I'll post those another time!

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Signs, Signs, Everywhere Theres Signs

So it has been a few weeks since I've posted anything... I've been trying to figure out for about a week now when I could post (I'm bad and post while at work!) and what I can post about. Opened one of my daily blogs I read and she was calling herself out on her own shit, perfect for me. I've been at a stand still and have been loosening up the reigns for about 3ish weeks. Opened my google email and saw that someone commented on one of my posts! It said, I see its been about 3 weeks but I hope you're reaching your goals, perfect again.

Sooo... I'll start with calling myself on my own shit. I started this hard work train about December/January-ish. I went hard for a good period of time, longer than I normally do when I do good and stick with it. I've lost about 15lbs since then! Great for me! I let myself get a pedicure, I set that as my 15lb goal. I LOVE pedis, rarely get them because of time and money but none the less, I LOVE them. I told myself, every 15lbs I lose I will reward myself with a pedi. Fair deal. I got my last one in about 2 1/2 months from my start date. I should be getting due for one in about a month. JUST KIDDING. After that first 15lbs I apparently forgot what I NEED to do to hold myself responsible and lose weight. I've still been tracking on MFP and I have still been working 4-5 days a week. JUST KIDDING again. Those 4-5 pieces of chocolate I pop in my mouth on the way to the restroom each day at work, oopps, I forgot to log them. Those 5 chips with salsa I ate last night before I went to bed when the hubby was snacking, ooppps, I forgot to log them. That ice cream bar I ate the other night, the cheesy garlic bread I ate along with the pizza we ordered, the macaroni salad I shoveled in while packing hubby's lunch for the next day. Yeah. Lets just say I haven't been 100% real with myself for at least 3 weeks. STARTING TODAY, SHIT IS GOING TO GET REAL! 100% real and honest with MFP! As far as my workouts go, I really have been working out 4-5 days a week. I am not pushing myself to my full potential though. When I started this process I had a gym membership because the hubby was home and I could go in the morning and it was winter and no one in Ohio, wants to workout outside in the winter. I went harder at the gym then when I do at home alone. I also found a walking partner here at work, we walk at least 3 days a week on our lunch hour. It is so nice to have someone hold you accountable and count on you to exercise with them. It keeps us both motivated and makes me feel guilty if I feel like skipping or don't want to go. I was also taking a Body Pump class (if you have one near you and can lift, you need to try it). I LOVED it. I love classes, I feel it just holds me accountable and if I know the people in it, that helps too! I feel that Body Pump did so much for me. I didn't realize the impact of lifting until I took that class. That class is now over. Sad Face. In turn, I've been totally slacking on the lifting part of my workouts. I would lift at the gym and I even went out and bought myself a heavier set of dumbbells for home. While I was at the gym with my membership, I started the couch 2 5k training program. It is an app on my iPod I love. I read all of these blogs and all of them are 'runners'. I have NEVER been a runner. Shit, when I tried out for volleyball in high school, we had to run a mile, I thought I was going to die. I got cut from the team and didn't think it was all that bad because I couldn't run and I am fat and wouldn't look good in the spandex they had to wear. Anyway, I want to be a runner. I mean, not like a marathon runner or even a half marathon runner, I'll settle for a 5k, run the ENTIRE thing and not die. That is my goal. I signed up for this 5k in August called Run or Dye. It is a color run. My 2 best friends have signed up to do this with me. Side note about my 2 BFFs- one is a skinny little thing and will probably just go out and 'wing it' and survive the 3.1 miles, no issues; my other BFF relates to me on this whole weight loss thing. We've been down this road 100 times, motivating each other, having challenges, reporting our weigh ins to each other, blahblahblah. Well, she recently lost 100lbs. HOLY SHIT! I've got at least 100 to lose from where I am now (not to mention, I am trying to get preggers again, so I'm sure I'll add to that 100). So needless to say, when I did my 'training' the other day I text my one friend and told her, I hope you bitches can keep up with my 15 1/2 minute mile. Yes. I said that. Right now, I'm doing a 15 1/2 minute mile in my training. I obviously am planning to not really be that slow by the time August comes (if I live through the training).  But with that 15 minute mile is some walking because the training is a combo of walking and running/jogging. My 'run' looks like a fast walk. Go ahead, make fun. Now that I've totally lost you with all of this rambling, I'll get back to my point of calling my shit out about exercise. Moral of the story is for me, at this point in time, I am not holding myself 100% responsible on my food and I am not working out to my full potential. Today is the day I change that. I normally weigh in on Mondays. I am changing that to Wednesdays because Mondays are rough for me- ok, the weekends have been rough. I will start logging EVERY. SINGLE. THING. that goes into my mouth. I am going to start working out hard like I used to. I actually cancelled my lunch plans today because I have plans tonight and I didn't get my ass out of bed this morning to work out. I will be walking on my lunch hour today. I am going to start lifting my weights again. NO. MORE. EXCUSES. This past weekend, I used the excuse 'my hubby had to work all weekend so I didn't get my workouts in'. Well, no more. Suck it up buttercup. You need to change your ass! There is always 30 minutes somewhere that I can fit in some sort of movement. Today with this blog, I will admit type my weight. 244.4. That was yesterday's weigh in number. I will blog each week with my weigh in. I will type that number. I will remember when I lose more and am a 'runner' where I started. I will remember when I am down 20, 30, 40, 50 lbs and feel like I can't move or do anything, what I did when I was 244.4 lbs. I. WILL. DO. THIS.

To the person that commented on my blog and hopes that I am reaching my goals. Thanks. I truly didn't think anyone would ever read this. I've been inspired lately by a lot of blogs I've been reading. I thought, what the hell, I'll start one too. Document my weight loss and getting pregnant and have some sort of accountability for myself with eating/exercising. To comment on your comment: I have not reached my goals. I got my first 15lbs and should be well on my way to my 2nd pedi but I am not. I am stalled. I am not energized and excited like I was in the beginning. I am also changing that today. I will push myself further and make the time for the 30 minute work out. I deserve this. I need this. I want this. I. WILL. DO. THIS.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Can I do this?

So in my quest to look hot lose weight/get healthy I've started the fad of the Couch to 5k running plan. I started this training last summer with my sister and then it got too hot out and she quit babysitting for me so I in turn quit the 'training'. I started this training again around February of this year while I had my gym membership... You see, here in good ol' Ohio, it is way too cold to walk/run outside in Febraury. So I made it through week 3 while at the gym.... Then my membership ran out and it was still too cold to do exercise outdoors. It just so happened the week after my gym membership ran out I had won a contest here at work and won 6 weeks worth of Body Pump classes (which I'm actually LOVING, by the way). So that is 2 nights a week and the weight loss group I'm doing is 1 night a week combined with cold temperatures I've been slacking (to say the least) on my 'training'. I would average a training about once a week, MAYBE twice a week if we had good weather that week. So Sunday- which is normally my rest day- I decided I better get out there and enjoy a nice training walk/jog. Mind you, on these once maybe twice a week walks- I have been ATTEMPTING to do week 4 of the training. For those of you who don't know- week 4 is a 5 minute warm up walk, 3 minute jog, 90 second walk, 5 minute jog, 2 1/2 minute walk, 3 minute jog, 90 second walk, 5 minute jog and then a 5 minute cool down. So back to Sunday.... I decided it was nice out and despite everything that needed done around the house I would lace up for a quick 30 minute stroll and make yet another attempt at week 4. Well, GUESS WHAT!?? I DID IT!!!! I completed week 4... Now, I know some of you may laugh at this but this is huge for me... I have NEVER been a runner- never really been an athlete- never done much besides cook, clean and watch reality tv shows!!! I've mentioned before that I've been reading/following a few blogs that give me inspiration... That is what made me decide to go out and do this c25k stuff. To prove to myself that I can do this! I am strong. I WILL do this! I need to do this to be healthy. My daughter and my husband and (hopefully soon) future child deserve to have a mommy that is here and present and can keep up with them while they play. I mean, honestly, I got cut from the volleyball team my freshman year of high school. I couldn't run then and I'm sure I'm at least 100lbs heavier than I was then... AND I'M DOING IT... I'm working on it at least!!!! I never said the sight was pretty but I did it and it was done. I saw on someone's Instagram or Facebook page that they described their running as 'wogging' aka- walking/jogging. I laughed and have been using that term for the last week!!! That is what I do... I'm so slow but at least I'm out there doing it! Another idea I saw on someone's IG is a squat challenge. Everytime she goes to the bathroom while at work, she does 10 squats. So, guess what? I did 20 squats on Friday every single time I went to the bathroom-- I even continued it while I was at home. In turn, I did about 200 squats on Friday. I have this condition called 'no ass/no hips' but a week or so ago I was walking by a full length mirror at work and realized, "Holy Shit! I'm actually starting to get an ass". I figured all the squats I'm doing at Body Pump and in the bathroom at work, I'll have a Kim Kardashian ass in no time!!!!

So all of this brings me back to my subject line... "Can I do this?"
Can I keep up this healthy lifestyle? FOR-EV-ER?
Can I run a 5k in a month? I had told one friend that I was thinking about signing up for one next month...
Can I be a good influence for my daughter/future child/ren? Yes! I can do this... I can turn my life around, right here, right now, at almost 30 years old.
Can I learn to make more healthy recipes? I have already started doing this... I LOVE to cook and bake. I just don't LOVE the taste of Fat Free cheeses!
Can I get Kim Kardashian's ass? I highly doubt it, but you bet your ass I'm going to try!! No pun intended!!
Can I lose 100 LBs? I sure hope so. My goal weight is about 80 LBs from where I am now. BUT my total weight loss since a week after my daugthers birth is 40 LBs. So that would make my grand total ideal weight loss about 120ish LBs.. I hope I can do this before I die!

Friday, April 5, 2013

The point of a SURPRISE party is what?

So this post is going to be total therapy rambling on my part. I'm going to apologize in advance. I'll start at the beginning for all you... My mom turned 60 last week. Of course, that means PAR-TAY! A SURPRISE party is what I had in mind. Around Thanksgiving one of my family members had said to my younger sister about wanting to throw a party for my mom. Mind you, this was six months before the occasion. When she told me about this, I said, perfect, I want to throw her a party but not sure where we'll get the money from! So we decided at that point we'd let our family member help us out at this point. BIGGEST. MISTAKE. EVER. When said family member contacted me after Christmas she said she wanted to have a 'meeting' about the surprise party. In talking to this same person she made the comment of this "I have no idea how to throw a party together. Your mom does everything perfect. Your mom always handles all aspects of holidays, parties, etc.". Mind you, I have a daughter that has celebrated two birthdays, I got married in 2011, my youngest sister is pregnant so I'm planning her baby shower. So, needless to say, I'm a product of my mother's genes and I know how to throw a party. We also have my youngest sister (who threw my bridal shower) and another family member (that is AWESOME) who have said they would help with this whole planning process. Not to mention I have a total of 3 sisters and only myself and one of them is doing this (that is another story). So- anyway- We have this 'meeting'. We decide on a color scheme; Silver and a Tealish Blueish color. I say, how about balloons on some of the tables? Of course, no, that is stupid, I don't like balloons. She doesn't want a cake, she wants cupcakes. She wants to use all of my mother's serving dishes and supplies she uses when throwing party or at any function. She doesn't want anyone else but us to bring the food but doesn't want to help make it. She wants a limo to pick my mom up and take her to the party. There are about 125ish on the invite list, the place she has 'chosen' to have the party at holds probably around 75ish?!

Now, a little about my mom. She will drop anything for anyone. She owned a resturant and her passion is cooking. She has an entire basement full of serving dishes, serving spoons, silverware, party supplies, etc. My mom also thinks no one can do anything better than her. So if we actually pull this off (we are 24 hours out and I think we are doing a good job) she will be shocked. I have had a lot of people offer to help with the party and food because they want to give back to my mom, like she has given them. My mom and stepdad own a concrete company. That is what my mom does, she helps pour concrete with my stepdad. My mother is not fancy but is always presentable and very well put together.

So I leave this first so called 'meeting' in a rage. I call my sister and we have second thoughts and said 'I wish we would have just told her we are handling it and we'll let you know if we need any help!'. Too late for that. So I call my other awesome family member and tell her my plan. Lets tell our other family member that we are going to do the food since she is paying for everything else, we all think this is perfect. The people that want to help can and we can control that situation. So me, my sister and awesome family member have a seperate 'meeting' to decide the food. Now, along with food, is dessert, right?? We plan out desserts too. We tell everyone that wanted to help and bring something what to bring, we delegate and decide what each of us is making and all that jazz. I get a phone call about 2ish weeks before the big party for another 'meeting'. I go over there, by myself, already in a rage because the week before my loving and ever so caring mother decided to throw my youngest sister a SURPRISE birthday/housewarming party- THE DAY AFTER SHE MOVED IN. Yeah. Mind you, my sister is 5 months pregnant and HATES surprises! And of course, that same sister dealt with our not so awesome family member for all of the invitations, which was another nightmare in itself. So, at my sister's house this terrible family member was just downright TERRIBLE that day. Saying things that didn't need to be said, saying things out of line, and being downright rude. This and a phone conversation took place the week before I have a second 'meeting' with her. While I'm on the phone with her discussing when I can 'meet' her she tells me "Well since you all said you were doing the food, I am going to take care of the desserts. I have ordered 4 dozen cupcakes, I have 5 cookie recipes, and I have about 3 cheesecake recipes." I am so taken aback that I don't say much besides that we had planned on someone bringing a texas sheet cake, someone bringing 3 kinds of cookies and cupcakes. She tells me, well you guys said 'food' but didn't say anything about dessert. Now, lets think about this; FOOD is what you eat. You EAT dessert. So that is why we planned on dessert too! And then I get off of the phone and think to myself, wait, 4 dozen cupcakes equals 48, there are at least probably going to be 100 people. So I go to this 'meeting'. She shows me all of the decorations which include balloons; which, she told me she didn't like and didn't want to do any of. She shows me the scrapbook paper she got for the centers of the tables, which, my sister was supposed to get. Her response to the reason she got those was "Well your sister was honked off at her party last weekend so I'm not asking her to do anything." Ok, fine. I looked at her and said, "Mom was out of line to throw a surprise party for her THE DAY AFTER SHE MOVED IN. She is 5 months pregnant!!! She was tired. She wanted to have her house organized. You can't blame her." We proceed to go and talk about everything else with the party. She tells me she got the limo and is planning to show up at mom's house at 4pm and WE are supposed to figure out how to get her in the limo. She also wants ME to ask my mom for all of her 'catering stuff'. I looked at her like she had lost her mind. I told her NO, I will not ask mom. She will know something is going on. Between me and 4 other family members, we can get enough stuff. She also proceeded to get lippy with me and tell me "Well, I am throwing your mom this party. I  want it to be nice and not look like its thrown together." I just smiled and said, I do too. You act like we want this party to be super shitty or something. We want it to be nice. We want to do nice things for our mom. And I left. I couldn't take it anymore. SOO... She calls me again for some reason about this party. She says to me "Are you going to make sure your mom looks nice for the party? How are you going to get her in the limo?" I tell her that we have told mom that we are going out to dinner for my other sister's finace's birthday. Mom ALWAYS looks nice when she goes out. You act like she walks around in a moomoo! And I tell her, we haven't figured out how we will get her in the limo. This terrible family member then tells me this "Well, I think I'm going to call your mom the morning of the party and tell her we are having a party for her. I want to make sure her hair and nails are done. I know if someone were throwing me a party and I showed up without my hair and nails done I'd be pissed." Again, I can't process what she just said to me because I'm too floored she is thinking of telling her so I hang up the phone. Now, let me ask you a question.... WHAT IS THE POINT OF A SURPRISE PARTY? The Surprise!!!!! BINGO! You got it! And this terrible family member was so hell bent on this being a surprise and now a week before, she wants to RUIN the surprise. We tell my step dad what is going on- see, we didn't tell him because he can't keep a secret! He is super excited and can't wait to see the look on mom's face and all that jazz. He talks to my aunt who proceeds to tell him that she is going to tell him. I'm told that he told her not to and that it will ruin everything. I leave a message for her on Monday or Tuesday the week of the party. I tell her, please don't tell mom, the whole point of this is the SURPRISE and we have her fooled and she will look fine because she always looks good. She also had her hair and nails done last week for her real birthday celebration. On to the next problem: How to get her in the limo. Terrible family member leaves it up to me and my sister to figure out how to get my mom to the party. We come up with that her fiance's parents rented a limo since its his 30th and the driver is from mom's area so he will pick her and our stepdad up and then go to pick up my sister and birthday boy and then to pick up his parents and have them all to dinner by 5pm. Mom buys it. My sister even asked mom to bake a cake for his birthday dinner. Apparently, my sister left a message on said Terrible family member's answering machine letting her know that mom knows there is a limo and this is the story we gave her. Terrible family member then calls my sister and bitches at her because she didn't want her to know about the limo. The limo was going to show up at my mom's house and she and my step dad were just going to get in without a fight and show up at the party. WRONG. Neither of them would have bought it. Plus, the whole point of a surprise party is the person's face when they walk in the party. We ALL would have missed that surprised face had she seen a limo show up at her house. So, not only does said terrible family member not know how to throw a party, she apparently doesn't have the slightest clue what a SURPRISE PARTY is all about. Now, there are a few other details that are missing like, the fact that I have another sistser that refused to help because said terrible family member was planning (guess the party is about her, not my mom), the fact that when I said I wanted to put a little thing in the invites that said "no gifts", terrible family members response was this "Well, I want everyone to bring her presents. She always buys things for people." (guess it is classy and not tacky to request presents), and the fact that terrible family member said on numerous occassions "I want this party to be nice for your mom." (guess we are all just hillbillies and don't want nice things or can't do nice things for other people), the fact that she wanted to order 48 cupcakes, do bitesize cheesecakes, and cookies and when I told her that if you do bitesize cheesecakes people are going to take 3 or 4 of them especially if you don't have enough cupcakes and her response was "Well, gee, are people hungry" (guess when you come to party at 4pm, you shouldn't expect an entire meal nor expect to get a cupcake or any sort of dessert because you can only take 1 bite sized piece).

So now that you have the ENTIRE background (sorry for the rant!) this makes me sad. Sad because this is about my mom. This has turned into a huge mess. This is supposed to be so fun. The entire process has not been fun. This is supposed to be exciting and happy. I am NOT looking forward to tomorrow. I am guessing some words will be had between all of us and terrible family member. I am hoping this can all be before my mom gets there and she will be surprised and happy. My mom is one of my best friends. She understands me. She understands this terrible family member. The hardest part of all of this is that I haven't been able to call my mom and express all of this to her! I can't wait until Sunday when I can tell her EVERY single detail of this planning process!!! I'm hoping that she will be surprised and no one ruins it for her and that this is truely a great experience for her. If this party weren't for my mom, I would have thrown in the towel long ago and told my terrible family member to shove it 'no thanks, I don't want to help.' My mom does so much for everyone and I just want to do this for her! I've got about 24 hours until the surprise and then once it is over I don't have to deal with this terrible family member. Moral of this story: If you want something done, do it yourself. And another moral: You can't pick your family members.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Time to do the Damn Thang!

Alright. So I've 'tried' this whole blogging thing before and it got me nowhere. I suck. I started one when I got pregnant for Princess P. So that our family near and far could keep updated without having to call every single person or wait until the holidays for the 'real' story. Then I started one when I had my 75th weight loss epiphany. Now in the 2nd month of my 150th AND final weight loss life style change epiphany I am starting this blog and going to keep it going. Hopefully. I have been following a few blogs for a few months now and I LOVE them. The ones I follow are super funny and super motivating. And I like to think that if I were to meet them in real life, we'd be BFFs. It seems that blogging is cheap therapy  a good outlet about everything crazy in our lives. I'm not planning to post strictly on my weight loss but hoping that this will keep me accountable and hopefully at least one person will be seeing this and keep me in check. Just a little background on me: Happily Married (most of the time) mother of one and on the quest for baby #2. Lover of all things to do with food. Pinterest ADDICT. Princess P is my devil child wonderful daughter that is 2 1/2. She also has the attitude of a 17 year old. Can't wait for her to grow up and get even more attitude. I'm a bit sarcastic. I do not own an iPhone but do have an iPod, I'm stingy and don't want to pay for the data package that comes with the fancy phones. I live in Ohio. Spent a summer once in Colorado because I wanted 'to get as far away from here as possible!'. Made it a whole 6 weeks because I'm a whimp and  missed my family. Until I step into the 2000's I will struggle on how to do this whole 'blogging' thing. Please be patient. Although, I understand if you aren't. I don't have a lot of patience for things either. I am learning I am more than just a mommy, wife, daughter, granddaughter, sister, and friend. I am me. I deserve to be happy just as much as everyone else in this world. I always put everyone's needs and feelings before my own. I am working on changing this about my life as well.


Now onto the part of my life I need to change (among all the other aspects). My Weight. I'm not comfortable typing how much I weigh at the moment. Someday when I get rid of this weight, I will say it! Lets just say that my current weight is an improvement from where I was when I was pregnant and 1 week post pregnancy. I'll save that whole HORRIBLE pregnancy/birth story for another day. My goal for the moment is to lose 50 L-Bs! I am concentrating 1 L-B at a time... I am currently 'enrolled' in a weight loss program in the psyc department at the local university. It is a weekly meeting and weigh in. At the start of the program they gave us an accelerometer to keep track of calories burned through out the day. You wear it on your hip like a fanny pack pedometer. I LOVE this thing. It is nice to know what I'm burning even just sitting and sleeping. I am on the search for something to keep this monitoring up once I'm finished with the program, suggestions are welcomed! So with this program as a participant you are to report daily your calorie intake, exercise (minutes & activity), and 2 numbers that are reported on your accelerometer. The plan is to get through this program and keep everything up. I'm up to about 5 days a week with my work outs and signed up for my death sentance first 5k in 2 months. I've been following the c25k training program as suggested by others. Since it is cold in Ohio (where I live) I haven't been able to do this training for about a week. Hopefully next week will be nicer and I can get back on track with training. I currently don't have a gym membership but have been doing workouts found on Pinterest, DVD's, and a Body Pump class here at the local university that I won in a contest. Killer Awesome workout but pretty tough!

That's all I've got for now. I'll stop boring everyone with my 'story' until next time!