Back in the saddle again...

OK Friends,
Here we go again.  After my incredibly loving (incredibly honest) mother gave me a Fatervention (thanks ma), I am going to get back to the old fat wife blog because it was so helpful in the past at keeping me and my body in check.

I am currently at my highest weight ever.  I am too ashamed to type the number.  And I can't blame anyone but myself for getting this way.  And as sweet as it it to blame my thyroid ma, I'm pretty sure it's just the fact that I LOVE FOOD.  I'm going to work on loving me more than milkshakes, but it's going to be hard.  It is up to me to get healthier, its going to suck.  So...there.

So all of that being said, I started the Couch to 5K... AGAIN.  I am in "Week 2" again.  The dreaded "Week 2" that I always have to keep doing over and over because I always stop after "Week 2".  So, I am on "Week 2" (again!) and I have been running at the local high school track.  I am so proud of myself for even getting out there and attempting to run in fat and heat (which don't go well together...chafing much?) and I am enjoying my little walk/jog workout...until a fucking TROUP of what can only be deemed future Olympians (I'm pretty sure Bolt Jr. was there...as in he had on a shirt that literally said "BOLT" on the back) starts warming up.  And by warming up I mean jogging what looks like the fastest lap in the world to Huff-n-Puff Leddy.

Then they set up hurdles in one of the lanes.

Bolt Jr. starts hurdling?, um, hurdle-jumping? er...hurdlering?  Anyhow, he starts doing what one who jump hurdles does and this 16 year kid while JUMPING OVER THINGS laps me...twice.

So...yeah.  Running Yay!  Especially when being demoralized by a thousand kickass high school track stars...yay.....but I finished my workout, even with the Junior Olympic Team having the track and field meet of the century all around me...with my bright pink sweatyleddy face huffing and puffing (thankfully my music was up so I couldn't hear what I'm sure sounded like a choking farm animal) I FINISHED IT!!!  (Cue some Queen song about being awesome)

OK.  I will be back tomorrow.  For reals.  Pinky swear.