Moving through life..No more eating it.

I don't weigh myself, not anymore. I will. Someday. I don't want this to be a focus on a number on a scale. My pants are loose. I feel better. I am moving along.
Mom and I began running and I have continued strength training with Jillian. The Gibson Girls are going to run in a 5k on my birthday, then build as the year progresses. Running with my mom is therapy. We can vent about the idiocracy of the day...better over sweat than a box of ding dongs.
A few years ago I ran in a half-marathon. Life got a little hectic so I ate it instead of keeping up with my running. Hence why I am here now.
So here's what I have learned in these last few weeks.

• I feel better when I sweat out my frustrations instead of eating them.
• I really can pass up the cheesecake at the lunch meeting.
• I can bring my lunch everday and eat my breakfast through a straw and I am not deprived.
• I can go a month with out Diet Coke.
• I can do this.

Here's to the journey..Heres to the life lessons I never thought I'd learn on this journey. Here's to hitting the pavement in more ways than one. Heres to a life change and not a momentary fix to the daily pressures. I'll be thirty soon. I am actually looking forward to my thirties..I fumbled and flailed through my twenties. Here's to a new decade of moving with purpose..

It's a ME Thing

Dear Lord: Don't let me blow it AGAIN!

That is this year's weight loss prayer. I've battled the same 30-40lbs for the last 8 years. It's infuriating because it's not a knowledge thing, it's not a time thing, it's not a gym thing. I know what to do (eat less, eat fruit, eat veggies, eat lean meat, eat whole grains), I have the time to do it as a newly minted SAHM (Stay at Home Mom) and as a military spouse I have access to more than a few free gyms, trails, advice, etc.

It's a ME thing.

ME 1: I like to cook...A LOT. But I like to cook super rich buttery foods. Let's just say...Paula Deen and I see eye to eye about what good food is. I believe in the power of buttery, thick, creamy comfort food on a cold night or at the end of a bad day.

GOAL 1: Learn to cook light yet super yummy well proportioned meals. I'll share my adventures, misadventures and recipes along the way.

ME 2: I *LOATHE* exercised induced sweat. LLLLOOOOAAAATTTTTHHHHHHEEEEE it. I love the corner of the couch in my den where I snuggle to my babies, read, surf the web and watch TV. I love that corner so much that my ass has left its permanent mark. When Brad was gone (as he was much of the last 4 years on Uncle Sam related business), the kids and I would snuggle in that corner for long stretches on the weekend, watching Dirty Jobs and chowing on junk food. We'd even IM with Daddy from the corner. I am as emotionally connected to that corner as I am to roast beef and mashed potatoes.

Goal 2: Give up the corner and get MOVING. I've given up my corner. I will seek solace in the smell of my sweat and race of my heart. My goal is a minimum of 30 minutes of exercise daily and three days a week I will bump it up to an hour.

So there it is. Follow us, as we do this together. Geographically seperated but linked in heart, mind and internet!

No More Good Intentions

Good Intentions...My life story. So here we go on week 1..technically year 5 for me of this thing called getting in shape. It's a long story..you don't want to hear. So I will sum it up..It's been a series of unfortunate events. I am an emotional eater. There you go..my motto has been when life sucks..eat it up. So I am here 50 pounds over my goal weight. Week one has gone ok..despite starting a new job and Barney taking meds he's allergic too, lost pay, and possible suspensions. Normally that is all reason for me to grab a box of ding dongs and inadvertantly eat them all or swing through drive thru. Not this week. Jillian Michaels is kicking my butt. I am sore. I like it in a weird way because I know its working. I can't get off the pot and grunt when getting out of a chair, but not for long. Here we go..thirty by thirty. I want to lose thirty pounds by the time I am thirty at the end of March..No more good intentions..no more 5 good days and the weekend goes to pot. Its the real deal. It has to be. I refuse to succomb to general mom fatness and married "baggage" weight. Follow us as we sweat and swear our way out of this.