Whenever I sleep at my momâ€™s house in the little twin bed, I kind of feel like this:
So, my foot is killing me this morning after running 7.0 miles yesterday. The outside blade of my left foot feels painful and internally swollen. Since this is an acute injury, Iâ€™m guessing my very worn-out shoes are to blame (plus, Iâ€™ve been having shin and knee pain, other sure signs the shoes are shot).
I got my shoes on September 2 and have put 363.01 miles into my Brooks Summons! Guess thatâ€™s a few miles too long.
I accidentally ordered the Summons 2 last night but am going back to Summons 1. They are my favorite!
My mom made us an incredible breakfast: Grilled Banana Sandwich!
Another January Joiner Story
I have LOVED sharing these January Joiner stories. Catching up on the series?
- Why We Should Support January Joiners + Stories from Beck, Elizabeth, Jess, Jim, and Sarah
- Emilyâ€™s Story
Hereâ€™s another motivating story from Julie!
She wrote, â€œI am a January Joiner, for the second time. I just wanted to share a little story with you. In high school, I weighed 135 lbs at 5’7" tall and was fairly average sized. Somehow I still felt fat. Looking back now I can’t even believe that.
In university, I went through a bad breakup and ate my way through it. I ballooned up to 235 lbs over the course of 4 years. My year in teacher’s college made me decide that I did not want to be "the fat teacher on staff" so I made it my goal to figure out something I liked/ could do to lose weight and get in shape. I joined weight watchers and started walking and going to aquafit classes. I started this in January of 2005. My fiancÃ© joined me so I had a live in cheerleader and motivator. I managed over the course of a year and a half to get myself back down to 160lbs, and that felt pretty comfortable.
I got married in August of 2007, and was 165 lbs and a size 12. I was really happy at this weight and size, and felt pretty for the first time I can remember. I was a pretty awkward looking teenager and kid, and I finally felt attractive.
I decided I didn’t need to go to weight watchers meetings anymore to maintain my weight, and got cocky and blew back up to a size 16 and was 195 lbs the day I found out I was pregnant with our first child. I had not wanted to start out a pregnancy fat, I had wanted to lose weight and then get pregnant, but it hadn’t happened that way.
The day I delivered our son, I was 250lbs. This is the most I ever weighed, and yes I was pregnant, but man did that blow me away. How did I let this happen to myself so quickly? Now, my son is 19 months old, and I managed to lose some of the pregnancy weight, but then I put some of it back on again. I have made excuse after excuse, and now it’s time to stop. There is child care at the gym I go to, and while it’s not free, it’s convenient. My sister has a membership to the same gym. We have committed ourselves to a ten week beginner boot camp and the first class was tonight.
I was pretty sure it might kill me. I have not worked out in years, I am beyond out of shape, and I have asthma as well. I signed up and paid for it, and my sister was expecting me to be there. We have a deadline. Her wedding is in nine months. I have nine months to fit into a maid of honor dress and feel and look pretty again. I did it. I went to the gym, put my son in their daycare, paid the $3.75 fee, and went and worked as hard as I could. I pushed myself, I ran and jogged when I wasn’t sure I could. I walked when I really needed to, but I tried my hardest.
I know that I don’t have to be overweight or unhealthy. I don’t have to be like this. It’s going to be hard to change, but it’s going to be so worth it to be able to play with my son, and be a good role model for him. So here it is January, and I’m a new joiner. At my weight, there’s no hiding that I’m brand new to the gym again and that I have no clue what I’m doing. This bootcamp class was brutal. We did circuits and between each circuit had to run the whole gym for a minute, then back to a circuit for another minute. I did it! I managed to do it.
And even better is that someone who was FIT and TONED and looked like she knew her way around the gym complimented ME! I was doing burpee’s with a medicine ball and damn were they hard, but I was doing them, and rocking it. She said to me, "You are doing so well; those are really hard!" I needed it. I was almost in tears because she was nice to me, and encouraging me. She doesn’t know me, and I’m crowding "her class" as a new person, and she gave me a little thing to hang on to for the rest of the class. It kept me going. That and the chant "I wanna look good in that dress, I wanna be healthy for my son." I’ll update you in nine months and let you know how my dress fits!â€