Crazy Town Chaos Time

Well this weekend began what I am going to call “Crazy Town Chaos” time around here. Saturday we had a christmas party at the police department, family pictures, and tree shopping (we scored a 10 ft tree for $35.00!!!). Sunday we had church, a parade (which we managed to skip sort of), the Bills game (VICTORY!!!!), getting my 6th grader’s choir pants hemmed for his performance this Tuesday, and a 5K. A what now you ask? That’s right. A 5K. Except I didn’t do a 5K, I did 5 miles.

One week ago yesterday I ran 26.2 miles and was pretty convinced I would never be able to walk again let alone run again. By last Friday, everything felt like it was getting back to normal though. My husband and I had registered for the Runkeeper’s Global 5K a few weeks prior, and of course, it was just the motivation I needed to get back out there again. My splits were kind of all over the place too, which reflected how I felt during the run:

Mile 1: 12:33

Mile 2: 12:25

Mile 3: 15:35

Mile 4: 12:37

Mile 5: 12:52

It took me an hour and 11 minutes to get 5.2 miles in. *sigh* My feet didn’t feel too bad during, but my left hamstring was incredibly tight starting around Mile 3. I figured I would baby it, but that’s didn’t help any, so then I figured to just run through it. Basically, no matter what I did, it just felt tight, like painful tight but not painful pulled or injured.

When we got home, we ended up finishing the decoration of the tree. This is the first year we have managed to put every single ornament we own on the tree. Hurray for 10 ft of tree!! Now we just have to keep it alive for 3 weeks, and we’ll be good. As for the other activities from the weekend, family pictures (which we did thanks to my husband reading this blog!) took an hour longer than they should have thanks to JC Penny NOT keeping any appointments on time (what is the point of an appointment if they let walk-ins come in and push everyone back??????), the parade we got out of since my stepson’s aunt came down from across the country and took him to the parade and brought him home after, the kids had a great time at the chrismas party and got the best gifts out of any of those parties we’ve been to in the past, church was super awesome and we almost had our entire family there to for our Advent candle reading (my husband even read a portion of it, and I know it’s not his favorite thing to do but he loves me so he did it anyway), my kiddo’s pants are ready for his performance, my husband and I did finish that 5K plus some extra, and the Bills beat the Houston Texans (yes it was a stressful, nailbiter of a game, but we won)!!!

Coming up during Crazy Town Chaos Time: a holiday party, my work christmas party, 3 choir concerts, a flight to and from another state for my stepson to visit his mother, finish Christmas shopping, get my Navy security clearance check completed, run another 26 miles for a virtual run by the end of the year, and welcome a new boss at work. I’m pretty sure that sums it all up for now. Like I said, Crazy Town Chaos.

At least once I can get out of school/work around December 18th, the holiday season will have it’s slowing down and reflection period (to coincide directly with the cleaning frenzy at my house). LOL!


My marathon

If you’ve followed this blog for any length of time at all, you know that I’ve been running a lot since about February of this year. Mostly, I needed to run in order to get in shape, lose weight, and get my 1.5 mile time down below 15:00. Then, I got the idea to go for a 5K in October. That was actually really fun! That was also the last race I had planned on doing this year. I thought.

Last week on Wednesday at around 11pm, my husband texted me to ask if I would be interested in a free ticket to run a marathon on Sunday with his Lieutenant. That’s right, he said the word “marathon”. Now yes, I signed up to do the Army Marathon as a virtual race, but I didn’t have to do all 26.2 miles at once. I did it in like 6 miles increments. I wasn’t prepared, hadn’t trained, and needed new running shoes, but I also couldn’t pass up a free race. So, I said yes.

Almost immediately, I started to do research on completing a marathon with no training, and that led me to almost regret said decision immediately as well. I read things about people losing toe nails, having heart attacks, and even dying. I did score a wonderful deal on new Brooks running shoes (thanks to my amazing husband and Black Friday shopping), and my sister let me borrow her running belt. Thanksgiving, I announced this awesome plan to my family and was met with a ton of skepticism from my younger sister who has completed 1 marathon herself. After deciding her advice and skeptical attitude wasn’t going to help me at all, I loaded up on carbs (yay pasta!). Saturday I contact the lieutenant to get final details only to find out the girl that had cancelled (hence my free ticket) decided she wouldn’t go with him to get said free ticket. I was going to be left out. Now, on one hand that was good news since I hadn’t prepared at all. On the other hand, I was supremely dissapointed after psyching myself up for it. My husband convinced me to contact the race and see if I could still register. The answer was yes, but I had to drive an hour down to the race expo and pay $110 before 5pm to do so because they weren’t taking registrations on race day…so we drove down. Well now that I had invested my own money into the darn thing, I was determined to finish. I gathered up all my gear and went to be early Saturday night.

I was up at 3 AM to get ready for my ride (thank God he was driving, but that’s quite a trip!). My husband’s lieutenant came and picked me up and we also picked up another girl who has done like 20 marathons.We parked (in a designated parking lot…more on that later), and headed to the bathrooms. Then we got to the start/finish line. There was an older man that has run a marathon in all 50 states! He gave some pretty interesting insight and was the first person tell me that no matter what, as long as I finished, I would set a Personal Record and have one state down. LOL! There were quite a few first timers, and I’m sure every single one of them had more training than I did. Then we were off.

Once I hit 8 miles, I was in total foreign territory. My plan was to run SLOWLY for a minute and walk for 30 seconds and keep that up the whole race. I felt really good at the halfway point, and I was ahead of the Lieutenant at that point too! I was hitting between 11:58 (at mile 7) and 13:56 (at mile 19), and then I swear it was like my body just completely told me to fuck off. Well, really it was my feet. My legs and hips and back were all hanging in there. I hit that last turn around, and it was like I couldn’t drag myself. The crowd that had been SO good had started to thin out by this point too. I basically made a new friend at around mile 20/21 and we talked a lot, which helped. I was hitting around 15:55 (at mile 24) and 17:24 (at mile 23). Then the 6 hour 15 minute pacing group caught up to us, so I tried to hang with them. That dropped me back down to 13:39 (at mile 25), but I only lasted about a half mile with their 30 second run 30 second walk pace. When I finally crossed the finished line, my time was 6:19:34. I finished 166 out of 198 in my age group and 1934 out of 2277 runners that finished. But I finished…and well before the course closed at 7 hours.

I was so beat when it was over. I hobbled my way over to get my medal and met up with the lieutenant and the other girl. They had both beaten me of course, but he did by about 5 minutes, and she did by about 2 minutes. I was so very proud of myself for finishing. I even cried at the finish line, even though I didn’t expect to be that emotional. Of course, when we try to go to the car, it wasn’t there and had been towed. Womp Womp Wooooomp. $225 and an hour later, we were on our way out. My two new friends went to McDonald’s, but I was barely convincing my stomach that everything was ok at that point, so I passed. It was a long car ride home. After dropping off the other girl, we saw my husband wrapping up his last call, and I got to talk to him for a bit before getting me home. I immediately took a shower and hobbled my way to the couch. After about 2 hours, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was literally in agony. My husband had to practically carry me to our bed, and I was bawling like a baby from the massive amount of pain. I took a pain pill and a sleeping pill, and that was the end of my day. And then I woke up today…

Holy. God. Words cannot describe the agony. I called in to work, and I’m laying in bed right now. I’ve taken two Aleve, and I’m trying to stretch every hour or so. My knees and back have decided to join my feet in this party, so that’s awesome. Not. The good news is I didn’t lose any toenails (although my friend tells me that could still happen…NO!!!!!!), and they don’t even look bruised (so I’m hopeful). Other than gimping around like crazy, I’ve survived. I did it. I ran a marathon. Probably my first and last marathon, but I did it. With no training. It’s very stupid, and I don’t ever recommend it to anyone. But I did it. I join a relatively elite group: only 0.5% on the U.S. population has completed a marthon.

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November Goals

Ok so I have been inspired by Chelsea over at Anchors Aweigh. I’ve watched her for many months set goals and then recap how she did in achieving, or not achieving, those goals. So, this is going to be my first attempt at this. Here goes…

  1. Take Christmas Pictures. I haven’t ever been one to take family pictures every year at Christmas time. I’ve never had a nice picture to make Christmas cards with or give as a gift. This year may be the last Christmas I have all of my kids together for a while since my oldest may be moving across the state next year, and the next kiddo may be (fingers crossed) in active duty military next year (probably Army). I’m hoping I can get everyone together, find a nice little spot, and just have someone else (my parent, sister, friend, someone one) take a few pictures. I’m not even going to get all crazy with matching colors up and buying a shirt no one will ever wear again. I promise.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
  2. Make my Christmas list for my husband. I am like the worst person to try and buy something for, and I know it. I just don’t have a long list of things I’d like to have. I’m more of a go-on-vacation, lets-make-memories kind of girl than a get-me-the-latest-gadget or spend-a-bunch-of-money-on-me kind of girl. That means that when it comes to making a wish list for my husband or others to shop from, I pretty much dread it and suck at it. They are lucky to get that list in December, and I’m pretty sure I’ve not had a list in November for many years. I’m going to change that this year. Hopefully.                                                                                                                                             
  3. Complete the Army Marathon. I registered to run the virtual Army marathon. Yep another 26.2 miles. However, this is the virtual version of the race, which means I don’t have to run 26.2 miles all at once. Thank God! I signed up on Sunday, and so far I’ve run 10.4 miles. That’s pretty darn good if I do say so myself. Last night my 5.2 miles took me an hour almost exactly. I’d like to finish this marathon before Thanksgiving (ideally next week), but I just need to get it done. As I run, I try to remember all of those in uniform who have sacrificed so much and how much some of them wish they had the ability to run like I do. That is very motivating to just keep going.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
  4. Decorate for Christmas. I LOVE love love love love love Christmas. The smells, decorations, cooler temperatures, carols, all of it. Love it! I have thus far been so good about waiting until after the Thanksgiving meal to put up any decorations. I used to wait until the next day, but let’s be real. I’m chomping at the bit to get things up. My sister is hosting Thanksgiving this year, so after we get back from her house, it is on. Christmas carols get played while we all work together to get things up. The tree will probably not get bought until Saturday or Sunday, but that’s another great adventure and tradition for us. Yay!

That’s it. I think they are realistic and achievable, so fingers crossed!

I did it!

Saturday might have been the busiest day of my life yet, but it was also pretty darn good. When my alarm went off at 4AM, I didn’t even hesitate to get out of bed and get ready to go. After double and triple checking that I had everything, it was time to get on the road for my very first 5K.

It took us a bit to get to the race, and other than questioning the air temperature (all of a sudden it was in the 60’s), I wasn’t feeling nervous at all. Once we got to the race, we geared up and found port-a-potties…that were locked. Ok. So we headed over to the park where registration was taking place and the starting line. Finally got my potty break (and my husband’s 2-3 potty breaks), and after about an hour, we found our place at the starting line. We did our stretching, and I pretty much started to feel all the nerves. After a really cool opening ceremony and cannon blast, we were off. Now, my husband and I determined before the race that we would each run our own race; however, we wanted to stay together as much as possible. We lined up in the 10-11 minute/mile pace area. The first 2 miles we were together and maintaining that pace. My first mile was 10:30. My second mile was 10:27. Everything was going great. And then the course bottlenecked. We went from a wide open road to a sidewalk path 2 person wide.

Now this is where I basically got separated from my husband (he got ahead of me), and I didn’t see him again until the finish line. This is also when my pace got completely FUBAR’d by one chick. Yep that’s right…one. person. So, this 2 person wide path had the walkers on the right and the runners on the left. Cool. We were doing just fine. Then the girl right in front of me stops. No not walks…stops completely. I was pissed. There was no way around her. Now if you are a runner, you know that once you stop running it’s really hard to get going again and refind your pace (ok maybe that’s just me). Once I can finally get around her (as I’m doing my own little jog in place thing), my 3rd mile pace was 11:36. Ugh! I could finally see the finish clock, and then realized that wasn’t the finish clock. We actually had to go around to the right and around to the left in a gravel parking lot and THEN I could see the finish line down a grassy (althought it was pretty wet/muddy/grassy that day) lane. I saw the clock saying 35 minutes and almost 36, and I was shocked! I didn’t think I had gone that slow. I immediately started giving everything I had left and booked it to the finish line….where I received my medal from a Marine, grabbed a lukewarm cup of gatorade, and did a bad thing…I sat down in a chair.


I KNOW I’m not supposed to do that. But, I did it anyway. My husband got me a cold bottle of water, and I put that badboy on the back of my neck. After a few minutes, I was fine. There were a lot of vendors at this race with all kinds of things to give away. I had a small sub from Firehouse (delish!), a smoothie sample (YUM!), and 2 doughnut holes from Dunkin’ Donuts along with that cold bottle of water. I also picked up a string bag, a water bottle, a coin purse, two pens, a pencil, a stress ball, keychain, and a coozie. Oh, and they gave us a 16oz glass engraved with the race information on it too! That was pretty awesome!

On the way home, we downloaded the app from the race and looked up our finish times/placements. My actual finish time was 34:34. YES!! My goal was to be under 35:00, and I did it!!! I finished 27th out of 73 women in my age group, which puts me in the top 37%. My husband killed me and finish with a time of 33:01 and placing 15th out of 28 putting him in the top 54%. Both of us agree that if we had been able to stay together we would have finished faster. It suck I lost him in the last mile. The good news is that now I know that race course, and I would totally do this race again next year. Even being sore yesterday and today, I really enjoyed running the race. I didn’t walk any of it. And, I would do another 5K in a heartbeat. It has definitely sparked a motivation that I had started to lose for running.

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Just 6 days to go

6 days…that’s it…6 days until my first 5K. I admit I have gotten a bit lazy recently with the whole running consistently thing. BUT, I’m going to run this entire race. My original goal was under 30 minutes. I think that’s pretty reasonable for a first timer who was running 1.5 miles in about 14 minutes. And then yesterday happened.

Yesterday was Sunday Serve for my church. This is a day when we go out into the community and do some community service. Our church was involved in stuffing bags for the Homeless Urban Ministry, breakfast bags for a community next door, making PLARN (plastic yarn) mats, visiting shut-ins at the local nursing homes, doing some painting and repair work at a community center, and spreading mulch at a local high school. I have typically filled care packages for deployed soldiers, made meal bags for the homeless, or cut plastic strips for PLARN mats. This year I was signed up to fill bags again, and for the first time ever, my husband was off to be able to volunteer also. So, after a brief church service, we all split up to get busy. I was told that the “bag filling” group had enough help and that I would be better needed spreading mulch. Ok cool.

We had a total of 12 adults and 3 kids for this project. We managed to spread a lot of mulch over the next 2 hours and finish the project. I did great for the first hour. Then I stood up after spreading a small pile and felt a twinge in my lower back. I knew I had done someting, but I figured it was just normal muscle ache. After a hot shower and resting until the football game (the Bills SQUISHED Miami…YAY!!!), it only seemed to get worse. I took an Aleve, had Icy Hot put on by my amazing husband, and when I got closer to bedtime took a Loritab. I used a pregnancy trick and slept with a pillow between my knees. That at least let me sleep. Today, I can move and I can sit up. It’s sore but not like take-my-breath-away blinding pain. I’m going to at least walk today if I can’t do a light jog. It figures.

6 days. *sigh* I did get my running capris in the mail today though. I wonder if I can do the 5K with my iphone and earbuds? Anyone know????


I Went to Battle

Confession time.

I have slacked off like crazy the since just before my cruise in the running department…ok and on my diet. I’m still maintaining my weight (yay for my metabolism being better), and my 1.5 mile time is still way under where I need it to be for the Navy (whew!), BUT…I can tell my endurance isn’t quite what it used to be. I know the only way to improve it is to, well, run. *sigh* So…I ran.

Last night, I felt pretty good running. I hit my 1 mile when I needed to, and then it happened. I ran into the apocalypse of gnats. I mean it was like hitting a brick wall of the stupid little jerkfaces. I probably swallowed a dozen of them, had another half dozen up my nose and in my eyes, and I’m sure I showered another dozen out of my hair. I swatted at them, choked on them, and probably looked a bit like this:

To say my last half mile was not exactly at my usual speed is an understatement. After going through that combat zone, I was lucky to be alive (ok that might be a huge exaggeration) let alone maintaining any sort of pace. I did manage to get back to a relatively normal jog and finish with some semblance of a sprint. I even managed about a quarter mile of a walk for a cool down. I’m surprised when I walked in the door, everyone didn’t wonder what I had gone through.

The good news is I survived, I went to battle and won, and I will be running with my head down on that stretch of my route for a while. At least now I know to stay alert for crazy suicide bombing gnats.

My first 5K

I have officially registered for my first 5K! Cue the freak out:

A few weeks ago, I found a virtual race on Pinterest. It was actually for a virtual marathon; however, I didn’t have to run the entire thing all at once; I just had to get 26.2 miles completed within a certain period of time (I can’t remember the exact timeframe now). That sounded pretty good since I’ve been running anyway. The medals were gorgeous, and it supported one of my favorite causes: The Wounded Warrior Project. Win win all the way around, so I registered, completed my miles, and received my medal in the mail:

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I think the medal came with special powers because I started flirting with the idea of doing an actual race pretty quickly upon receiving it. Now I wasn’t crazy enough to even consider a full marathon, nor did I drink enough of the “kool-aid” to believe a half marathon or 10K was a good idea. I was pretty sure I could handle a 5K though. I mean, I know I’m not going to set any records or even be a threat to the pros, but I can run 3.1 miles…almost without walking at all.

I admit I’ve been slacking off on my longer runs once I hit my goal weight, but my short run has been getting faster. Two nights ago my 1.5 mile run finally got under 14 minutes with a 13:53! That was exciting. My first mile was under 9 minutes, and I’m pretty sure that’s what motivated me to keep going for a faster finish. Like I said, I’m not breaking any speed records, but I’m improving and that’s what counts. Anyway, I started looking for a 5K that would be for a worthwhile cause, happen in October or later (It’s freakin’ hot down here, and I’m not that crazy), and would be a relatively flat course.

Jacksonville 5K

Found it! Not only did I find it, but somehow I convinced my husband this would be a fun good thing to do together! It’s not until early October, so I’m hoping to get a little faster before then. I found a training program online that could help me with my speed. Maybe this will break me out of my running funk. I just haven’t felt like running all that far recently. As for a time goal for this race, I don’t have one. I mean, I’d like to get done in under 35 minutes since I know I’d be walking a LOT more than I normally do to be at that time, but honestly, I just want to finish. I want to know what it feels like to run a real race and cross a real finish line. Ok a real race as an adult. I ran track in high school, and I was pretty darn good. My PR for a mile was 5:06 (I accomplished that at our state qualifier meet). Like I said, I was fast. And then I had kids…and got older…and gained weight…and stopped running…for years. But that’s all behind me now, and I’m ready to run like Wonder Woman…without the costume.

My summer is flying by!

I can’t believe how fast this summer is going right now. I knew working from home 3 days out of my 4 day work week would be great, but I didn’t know it would make my days fly by.

This week we decided to continue our home improvement projects with a door replacement. The sliding glass doors that is. My husband has always HATED sliding glass doors. He says they aren’t secure, energy efficient, or convenient (I mean hello??? 2 doors but you can only really use 1). Where we live, we cover up our sliders with vertical blinds and really heavy curtains to try and keep the heat out of the house as much as possible. Unfortunately, that also means when we do use them, we have to tie back the curtains and mess with those ugly blinds. Oh, and I have to constantly put in and take out the security pin at the top since my littlest can’t reach it. Yep…annoying.

We’ve been talking about switching these out for french doors since the day we first looked at this house. Now it’s time. We went to “The Door Store” and found french doors with the blinds built into the door that have a lifetime warranty. Yesterday, the guy came out and measured everything, and we will have those sliders taken out of here and our new french doors installed in about 4 weeks (this is supposed to be their slow month, but of course, not this year). I can’t wait to have them!!

In other news, my daughter finally got her driver’s permit. She’s so excited! For those that don’t know, my daughter suffers from an eye condition called pars planitis with macular edema. Super basic explanation: the white of her eyes sort of grow over the colored part of her eyes. Her left eye is pretty much perfect, but her right eye is pretty terrible. She had to get  a new glasses presciption in order to get her permit. She also has to go back and see her eye specialist, which she is most definitely NOT excited about. She’s already gotten quite a few shots in her eyes, and she’s hoping they don’t say surgery. My oldest son leaves for Army basic training on Monday. We are going to take him to MEPS and have dinner with him Sunday night before he leaves. He’s so excited, and I’m excited for him.

As for me, I finally got to speak to the Navy. I actually went in and saw an active duty officer recruiter (because the Reserves guy was in class), and after talking to him, I filled out a simple intake form. He has been instrumental in getting me to the Reserves recruiter, and I’m very appreciative. My Reserves recruiter called and spoke to me for about an hour. That conversation led to a decision that I will be submitting a packet for a couple of different officer positions: Intelligence Officer and Supply Officer. Obviously, I am really excited about Intelligence Officer. This would be a dream come true for me! My bachelor’s degree (B.S. degree) is in Psychology and Criminal Justice, and then I have a Master’s in Teacher Leadership and an Educational Doctorate in Organizational Leadership. My current position is nothing but data analysis and investigating student grades, productivity, and achievement levels. I think I could be really great at this! Within 4 hours of receiving the paperwork required, I had submitted the application, picture of my tattoo (yes just one), required identification, and resume. I had also requested all 4 of my college transcripts and emailed 6 of my colleagues/supervisors/pastor for references (I only need 3). I know that I have at least 3 that have already responded and all transcripts will be to my recruiter by the end of the week. Like I said, I am excited.

Once he has received all of the items on this list, I will then go for my security clearance. That can take some time, but I’m not stuck while it’s going through. I will be going for my physical during that time too. Then, sometime between now and November, I will go for an interview with at least 3 Navy intelligence officers. I’ve been told to stay up on current events and be able to articulate how that would impact me as an intelligence officer. I’ve always paid attention to the news and I think I interview really well in the civilian world (I’ve gotten every job I’ve ever interviewed for), so fingers crossed. The selection board will meet after that, and IF I’m selected, I could commission early next year. WOOHOO!! This is the first branch that has given me actual paperwork to fill out and positive support that I can do this.

When you wait until your 38 to try and achieve this goal, there aren’t a lot of options. If you are 38 with no prior military experience, here’s what I know about your options:

  •      Army: You’re too old
  •      Army National Guard: You’re too old
  •      Army Reserves: You’re too old
  •      Air Force: You’re too old
  •      Air Force National Guard: You are eligible; HOWEVER, the drawdown has severely impacted the Air Force and    the jobs are VERY limited (at least in my state they are)
  •      Air Force Reserves: You are eligible…and again…jobs are limited. I called the recruiter and left messages, but he never called me back. I finally took the hint.
  •      Marines: You’re too old
  •      Coast Guard: You are eligible; however, if you have a bankruptcy within the past 10 years, you are NOT eligible (it’s the only branch that a bankruptcy will keep you completely out that I know of)
  •      Navy: You’re too old
  •      Navy Reserves: You are eligible. Hopefully you have a college degree because they will immediately want you to become an officer. They will take your degree and civilian work experience and then try to match you up with an area they need leadership in. The selection process is competitive, so make sure you know your stuff.

What’s interesting about all of this for me is that it started with a simple tug on my heart to serve my country. Sometimes things like this will just go away over time. Something I thought I was passionate about will wane. Not this. I’m surprised. ESPECIALLY since I’ve had to stick to this diet and exercise plan. I’ve been working out and losing weight since the beginning of April. So far I’ve lost 15 pounds, 6 inches off my waist, and 2 inches off my hips. My 1.5 mile time has gone from 17:49 to 14:31. I had gone from being able to do 35 situps in 2 minutes to doing 65. Now pushups hasn’t been as great: I’ve gone from doing 10 in 2 minutes to doing 17 (and they still try to kill me). I’m within the height/weight requirements for any of the branches I am eligible to serve under, so now it’s all about maintaining. Since I know the Navy process alone will take me through the first of next year, it doesn’t look like I get to let up any time soon. At least maintaining is a heck of a lot more fun than losing. The best part is: I look and feel good about my body again. Regardless of what happens with the Navy or any other branch: I win. My husband loves how  I look (and let’s be honest, he has always said I am beautiful no matter my weight/size, but who doesn’t want a wife to look good), I feel stronger, and I am fitting into clothes I haven’t been able to wear since before I got pregnant with my youngest. Like I said: WINNER, WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER!

Hello 150’s

That’s right folks, I did it! This morning, I officially weigh 159.6!

I’ve never been so happy to leave the 160’s. I feel like I’ve been doing this crazy see saw action from 160 to 161 to 160 for the past 3 weeks. To finally see that 5 show up was awesome. I’ve also realized that my almost 5 mile walk is doing more for my weight loss than my 1.5 mile run. I will still run, but the walk is going to be a more integral part of my routine. Plus, I think it’s good to change things up every now and then, and I can always jog a little during that long walk too. My husband did some sprints during his “walk” last night, so there’s that option too.

This means I now have 9.6 pounds to go. I’m really hoping by July 1st, I’m at my goal. Obviously, sooner is better, but I would settle for July 1. As for my diet, I’m hanging in there. I do really good at work and at home until dinner time. I have fruit (usually grapefruit or green grapes) or a “shake” for breakfast, and my lunch is usually eggs, carrots, or today I’m having cottage cheese. Dinner gets me. By that time, I’m usually hungry and everyone else in my house is eating whatever they want. Last night my husband made chicken parmesan. YUM! I probably shouldn’t have had any pasta, but I did have a little…and I put a little bit of parmesan cheese on mine…and a little bit of sauce. I know the salt level was high, and the carbs from the pasta weren’t a good choice, but I also know that I can’t deprive myself of everything.

It’s already really hard to smell and watch the chips, cookies, ice cream, and soda being consumed in my house. I have a box of Peeps begging me to eat them (the day I swear in though, it’s all MINE!). I miss milkshakes, Dairy Queen blizzards, Twizzlers, Pepsi, thick crust pizza, and fettuccini alfredo (did you know that has over 1,000 calories in just one stupid plate from Olive Garden?!!!!!). I miss it, BUT I know what my end goal is. I know that if I don’t give it all I have, I will regret it. I have my slipups and weak moments, but overall I’m focused. I may not get to enlist in the US Air Force National Guard, but it won’t be because I didn’t do everything I could to make weight. I figure I can’t sit back and just let God do all the work. I have to do my fair share of it too. So I am.

New Personal Record

Well the weekend was a bust in terms of working out/exercising. I also cheated hardcore on my diet. We had my graduation party Saturday, and I enjoyed every kind of dish people brought including the red velvet cake. YUM! I also had a few Fireball shots and drank up my Smirnoff Green Apple like a boss.

Sunday I woke up praying I would feel ok…and I did! Of course, I had a ton of leftovers that still looked amazing so I had more great food…and another piece of cake.

I didn’t run, walk, lift weights, or do any circuit training. I knew yesterday was going to be painful. As I put on my running shoes, I just kept thinking I was going to push through whatever pain I had because I deserved it. I started with my pushups and got 16 done in a minute. And it hurt. Ugh! I moved on to situps and got 36 done in a minute. Not awful, but I’ve done better. Then came my mile and half run. I changed Pandora over to Brittany Spears, said a short prayer to not die, and took off. At the half way point, I was feeling it for sure. I just kept thinking I needed to go faster. I didn’t want to go that far backwards after working so hard to reach my goal. When I hit 1 mile and my app said “9 minutes…”, I let out a little victory cry (little because I was huffing). I didn’t even hear the seconds part. I just kept pumping my arms and going. With about a quarter mile left, my husband called. I managed to answer and only lost a couple of steps. He graciously hung up quick and I sprinted out the end. And then I looked at my finish time…

15 minutes 31 seconds!!!!!!

Holy CRAP! That’s almost a full minute faster than my most recent best time. SAWEET!! I was so excited. I switched my Pandora over to Vertical Church Band and praised God for such an awesome run. My cool down was a bit longer than I usually do, but I was worshipping!

I think I might have runner’s brain now. You’ve probably heard of runner’s cough, runner’s stitch, and runner’s high. I have runner’s brain. That’s the only reason I can think of that would make me excited about getting up this morning at 5 AM and run another 1.5 miles…for fun. My time was slower (15:51), but was STILL faster than my previous personal record.

Now if this will get that scale moving down into the 150’s, I will be stoked! I’m giving myself until August 1st to hit the 150 pound mark. If I don’t make it by then, my dream of the Air Force will be put on a shelf. I will probably still run now that I’ve worked so hard to get back in it, but it’ll be different. We’ll cross that bridge if I have to (hope I don’t). In the meantime, I’m loving my progress and enjoying watching time melt off.