Why did I decide to do this?
Well, let's start from the beginning.
In December, I decided I was tired of being fat. Like really tired of it. I was grouchy, tired all the time, I couldn't really do much with my kids, you know the spiel. What I didn't want to think about was how it was affecting my health. I developed gestational diabetes with my 3rd child, and the insulin resistance never left. That scared the crap out of me.
So I decided to make my first New Year's Resolution. I have always thought they were crap, nobody ever kept resolutions, but I wanted to do it. I was determined.
So Jan 1, I changed my life. I changed my diet (low carb - no, not bacon and eggs everyday!), I joined a local health club and I changed my general outlook.
I did well the first month. My first goal was to lose 10# by the time we went on vacation to Florida - I made it, plus 2#! Yay me! I walked a few days a week on the treadmill and did yoga on Tuesdays and Thursdays (man, those old ladies are GOOD....)
Vacation was tough. I tried to eat right, but it was difficult. I came back not wanting to exercise again, and ended up trying to eat right (but not always) but no gym. I got depressed, and felt like crap again.
Near the end of March, I got my head out of my ass, and started over, clean slate. I was gonna do it. I ate right, I exercised a few days a week again.
Near the end of March, I got my head out of my ass, and started over, clean slate. I was gonna do it. I ate right, I exercised a few days a week again.
April 27, I decided to try running. Haha.
Now, my best friend started running last year. She loves it, and she's even running her first half marathon this September. I thought she was absolutely out of her friggin' mind.
