See Mommy Run

Because I have been.

The sadness caused by my lack of weight loss is gone (almost), and I have been inspired to do more, push harder, to reach my goal. You know, my goal of losing at least one stinkin' pound.

To make it happen, I have fully gotten back into running.

I have a true love/hate relationship with the sport.

I hate getting ready to do. I hate how it makes me feel for the first five or ten minutes. And, I hate that since I don't have a treadmill or a jogging stroller, I can only do it when Hubby is home to keep the kids.

Because, I also love it. I love how I feel after the first five or ten minutes. I love how accomplished I feel when I'm done doing it. And I love that, since I don't have a treadmill or a jogging stroller, Hubby has to watch the kids (and I can be alone) when I do it.

Hubby was home, so I ran Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

I didn't go very far, and I didn't go very fast, but I went which is more than I can say for the week before.

And, I noticed that by Sunday, I was going a little bit further, a little bit faster, and without all the heavy-breathing-I-think-I'm-gonna-die stuff.

So, lets hope that when I weigh myself at the end of the week I note a difference.

If not, there will be hell to pay, body, and you will be S-O-R-R-Y! -3T