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I love this quote. Definitely worth thinking about!

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It's been a few weeks since I made a post.  I've had a few trials and errors that I've dealt with lately.  First off, I finished my 2+ month "Virgin Diet" eating plan, wherein I tried to figure out what foods I'm sensitive to, and how they make my body react.  The two food groups that I seem to have the most issues with, are dairy and gluten.  No big surprises there. 

So after a week or so of introducing those foods again, I realized that I'll never get to my weightloss  goal, if I include those things in my diet.  So I'm back to eating "virgin" again, and have high hopes that I'll shed the last 15 pounds over the next  few months.

Good to note, however, is that I'm down another notch in my belt.  It's the small things that I celebrate!

Inspiration Pants

I bought these pants about 18 months ago, sure that it would only be a few months until I fit into them.  Even though it took longer than I thought, I was still thrilled this week when I tried them on.  I was even more thrilled to realize that I needed to wear a belt with them!

15 more pounds to go to my 50 pound weight-loss goal!

Weigh-in

Today's weigh-in tells me I've lost 33.6 pounds total, from the time I began losing weight (10 of those pounds I actually lost two separate times, thanks to my yo-yo-ing).
Since January 1st, I've lost 15 pounds.
Yay!

A few things to consider: 

I now weigh less than what my driver's license says. 
I fit into the box of clothes I wore 5 years ago, and have saved for this very purpose. 
I am about 6 pounds away from what I weighed when I got married.
People are starting to notice my weightloss.
I am no longer a size Large.

I'm Not Tired...

"I'm not tired.  I'm just bored."

 

I say that to myself, the entire time I run.  I want to stop running with every step, and it's not because I'm out of breath.  It's not because my legs hurt. It's not due to any other reason other than the fact that I'm bored.

 

Running doesn't excite me.  The mere act of running doesn't make me keep on running.  I realize I'm just beginning, and I hope that eventually I will love running and that will be what keeps me running.

 

However, this is why I have a show on television, while I'm running. It's why I try to focus on something else, while I'm running.  Because running is boring...to me...right now.

 

Last month I realized that the reason I stop running, and start walking, is because I'm bored.

 

So I don't give myself that excuse.

 

I'm proud that I plodded through each step of my 45 minute run, especially when those thoughts crept in the first few minutes...."I'm tired.  I should walk now".

 

Nope. I'm not tired. I'm just bored. Keep on running.

 

30 minutes

So in the beginning of January, I felt happy if I was running 3-4 minutes at a time between walking.  I would also walk as long as I ran, so if I ran for 5 minutes, I would walk for 5 minutes.  That was  just starting out.

 

Then I realized that I could run longer, so I did. Then I started slimming down the time I was walking between running phases.  Then, I would challenge myself to run a certain amount of time, then when I got to that time, I'd run another minute, or the last minute of my running segment, I'd bump up the speed.

 

Then I started a different phase, where I'd run for 12 minutes, then walk 3 minutes, then run 10 minutes, then walk 3 minutes, then run 8 minutes...until my 45 minutes of running was up.

 

Then this week, when I got to 12 minutes of running, I thought "You can do 3 more minutes. Go!"  So I kept running.  Then when I got to the 15 minute mark, I challenged myself to keep on going.  Soon 20 minutes passed, then 25, and I was still running!  So I went to 30 minutes.  Then I stopped for 3 minutes, and then ran another 8 minutes, then walked 2 minutes, then ran 2 minutes.  That totaled 45 minutes.  I was so proud!  In fact, after I got dressed, I posted this picture on Instagram, and said "This booty ran for 30 minutes straight without stopping!  Huge accomplishment for me!"

 

 

Today, as I got set to run again, I wondered if I would run for 30 minutes again.  There's only one way to find out!  So, I ran and ran and ran until I hit 30 minutes, then I finished out my 45 minute workout the same way as before.

 

Although I am jogging, and it's not a very high speed, I'm so proud of myself for actually running a full 30 minutes.  For a girl who doesn't really like running, and has never been capable of running for more than a few minutes at a time, I can really see how far I've come.  Perhaps I will end up loving running, just like my goal for the year. For now, I just feel full satisfaction, but not necessarily enjoyment, over my running.

 

I'm going to finish out the month of February with my 30 minute running segment, and then in March, I'll work on bumping up the speed so that I can run faster than a 12 minute mile!  I think I'll sign up for a 5k in the summertime. By then I should be a lot faster and able to run the entire way!

 

History of the Jeans

It was more than 9 years ago, on Black Friday.  My third child, Kolby, was just about three months old.  I went shopping with my sisters, and I bought this pair of jeans.  They were a stretch denim and being post-partum, I needed stretch!

 

Through the years, I wore them.  They always fit me, thanks to the slight stretch the denim had.  Then, about 5 years ago, they started being too snug.  They stayed, folded, in my closet, for years.  A subtle reminder that they no longer fit me.

 

Today, boosted by the number on the scale that told me I had lost one more pound (but in reality, it was the placement that the pound put me, for it brought me into a new decade of numbers that I hadn't seen on the scale in a very long time), I threw down the pair of pants I've been wearing for months, and looked in the top of my closet. There, folded nicely, was my pair of pants (nestled with a few other pants that are in the 'waiting' category) that I had stubbornly kept all these years, even though they didn't fit me.

 

 

I put  them on. Not only do they fit me, but they are not stretched out to the max. In fact, they might be a little loose.

 

The pair of pants lives on!!  What I'm really looking forward to, however, is actually getting rid of these pants because they are too big.  Perhaps the next decade of numbers on the scale will bring that goal to pass.  For now, I'm enjoying wearing this pair of jeans, for they are jeans with a lot of history.