Love our new healthy selves!
Hello long lost friends!
Today I am going to update you and whine and talk about me. I suppose that isn’t much different than any other blog but I need a good whinging session. So…to update you on the race I set a PR (like I said I would) and ran it in 36:00 minutes. I know, I know. I am not the fastest in the world but overall I was 6th in the 2nd heat! So….now whadya think?
The best part about the entire day was that our kids and my little brother was there! Yay Kyle (my little brother). He is a competitive runner. It was an honor to have him volunteering at the event and being my starter. If you remember in my earlier blogs one of my goals is to run with him. This was a step closer to that.
I am at 149 lbs. now. I am wearing a size 12 and fitting into clothing that I haven’t worn since we dated. I was wearing a 14 inching my way up to a 16. While a 12 isn’t the ultimate goal it is one step closer to the goal. My goal weight is 135.
This picture was while I was eating and exercising. I don’t see much difference until now….
This is my team, by the way. It is a non-profit league, so if you feel the need to donate to the team so we can continue to play (shameless plug: http://www.tsrl.org) then feel free. If not, did you know such a thing existed? Yeah, I didn’t either until I started at my job. Anyway….I digress.
When I hit 135 lbs. then I will get to tone. And sculpt. That song Moves like Jagger? I have my own version: Abs like Bleiler.
Now back to me. I am doing really well. Except that the race happened right during the weather change. The week after there was rain, rain, and more rain. No big deal. This is Oregon: rain = grey = serious mood alteration. Not quite at the S.A.D. level: I only toe that line. This with some hip pain equaled some lacking in motivation. I haven’t been as active as I have wanted. I am feeling like I am stagnating. All of this and there are some serious signs pointing to reigning in the external things in and focus on the family. So I will be reorganizing my schedule. I have to make this work. I have to remember that I am not alone.
I also have to do my school, and the kids school, and keep my home clean, and parent, and be fun, and, and, and try NOT to freak out and become a list maker. Ugh, that would be overkill.
For now: I am taking a 4 day weekend: I am cleaning my house. I am getting back on track. I will do this 1day and 1 pound at a time.
Until then, keep me in your prayers and I will pass them on!
Tomorrow is my first 5k. I will finish and the whole experience will be a PR.
There’s my hypocritical confession. I smoke between 5-10 cigarettes a day. My average is 7. I am doing great on the running, just thinking how I would do as a non-smoker.
Reasons why I smoke (not in any particular order):
1) to numb the feelings of helplessness.
2) I am bored.
3) I am on the phone.
4) I want private time with my husband.
5) I want private time with myself.
6) My brain is screaming at me to give it a chemical it has relied on for 20 years.
7) I don’t know how to make small talk or socialize.
8 ) Because I don’t want to feel another woman’s pain and fear when she is telling me she just left an abusive relationship and is living in a motel or car with her kids.
9) I don’t know how to not smoke.
10) I don’t know how to quit.
I think I want to quit. The truth is I am feeling rather apathetic right now. The Guru wants me to quit. I rationally get the benefits of not smoking. I really do. That doesn’t mean shit at a neuro-chemical level though.
October 1st is a new month. Maybe it’s my new quit date too.
I didn’t realize getting healthy would subject me to mockery from my co-workers. They flaunt their future heart attacks at me so.
When they get diabetes and are hospitalized for their health issues do I get to flaunt my health?
Probably not. Until then I will keep on building a body to die for.
Oh boy. Where to start? I only have this small moment in time to give a brief update.
I have lost 7 pounds.
I am hungry, a lot.
I am super busy.
My husband looks HOT!
I am running: it’s a little for now, but it’s running nonetheless.
I am becoming a morning person.
I miss being lazy.
That’s it for now folks! I will definitely update you in more detail in the days to come.
My favorite foods are cooked, boiled, raw and flavorful. That covers a wide array of yummies.
Pasta. Pasta. Pasta. I love pasta.
Mexican food of any sort.
I like cheese: sharp Cheddar preferably.
My default cooking mode is comfort food: meatloaf, spaghetti & meatballs, potatoes, etc.
I am pretty sure I would die without coffee. I am a coffee snob. I like real 1/2 & 1/2. Fat free of course.
Pasta. Pasta. Pasta.
Waffles with peanut butter and syrup.
Love Thai food! Love spicy food!
Dislikes: mushrooms, tomatoes (depends on the prep), olives, any goat product. If it smells funny I won’t like it.
There you have it: the beginnings of my list. Tonight I meet The Guru and we do measurements & pictures.
Maybe I will post them. Depends on how accountable I want to be.
Welcome to dayleighs.com! This is a blog to chronicle my life over the next six months. I know you are saying, “why would I want to read about you?”
Why I am interesting.
- I interact with more former criminals and recovering drug addicts than most people know in their lifetime.
- I am a recovering addict. I have made something of myself: a little something called, HOMEOWNER! Yeah, that’s right.
- I work full time, go to school 3/4 time, parent a 6 year old, a 15 year old, 3 dogs, 15 fish and my wonderful fantabulous husband.
- I am busy. Sometimes I have meltdowns. These can be fun to witness.
- I have overcome meth addiction. I am about to embark on a very scary journey.
I am beginning a journey to overcome my unhealthy lifestyle. I want to change my eating habits. My portion sizes. I want to NOT run out of breathe when I walk up a hill. I would like to go on a run with my little brother and be able to run further than him. More than anything I want to be an example to my family. I want to be able to provide a loving and happy mother. Not a mother who hides behind frump.