Whenever I sleep at my mom’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, I’m guessing my very worn-out shoes are to blame (plus, I’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 that’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
- Emily’s Story
Here’s another motivating story from Julie!
She wrote, “I 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 fiancé 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!”