Ain't Nobody Got Time for That!

Quick little update:

I'm still here... My running has come to a bit of a halt for the moment.

 

First it was a bachelorette party in Galveston last weekend, now I have family in town from Seattle. I would get up early and run in the mornings... but I like my sleep. Maybe I can just exercise in my sleep?

The Wednesday Walk - 7/23/2014

Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday
Run Mow Start Time: 7:59 pm Duration: 19:15 Millage: 0.8 Average speed: 2.5 mph Calories burned:150 Weight: 148.2 Time weighed: 11:00	Run Start Time: 8:20 pm Duration:16:26 Millage:1.19 Average speed:  4.4 mph Calories burned: 139 Weight: 147.4 Time weighed: 8:00	Run Walk Start Time: 6:30 pm Duration: 24:21 Millage: 1.63 Average speed: 4.0  Calories burned: 201 Weight: 148 Time weighed: 8:00
Friday	Saturday	Sunday

Wednesday 

I was intending to run a little harder and a little longer today, that was why I left Rita at home. That and because I decided to hit the pavement a little earlier and I felt bad about the heat. Pore Rita tries to veer off the path after the first lap. Cursing me under hear breath when I coax her to continue for 2 more laps. I know how she feels.

This weak hasn't really worked out well for me. After the first little jog, my phone rang -- which was nuzzled nicely between my boob and my bra. My mom. I ended up talking and walking for 4 laps. Granted, it was one more lap than I've previously done, but it was still a walk.

Also, I found out today, my brother's caught the running bug. I would say there must be something in the air, but he lives 500 miles away. Guess we're just creatures of habit, and by that I mean, gluten's for punishment. Matherly means Martyr for life.

Tuesday - Hot as Balls - 7/22/2014

Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday
Run Mow Start Time: 7:59 pm Duration: 19:15 Millage: 0.8 Average speed: 2.5 mph Calories burned:150 Weight: 148.2 Time weighed: 11:00	Run Start Time: 8:20 pm Duration:16:26 Millage:1.19 Average speed:  4.4 mph Calories burned: 139 Weight: 147.4 Time weighed: 8:00
Friday	Saturday	Sunday

Tuesday 

Today, I ran instead of mow.   : )
It was hot as balls, as you can see by the title. You know that feeling where you're drowning? Yeah, it was sort of like that, only I was drowning in the Houston air. It makes you laugh a little thinking back to the World Cup, when the announcers were talking about how HOT and HUMID it is in Brazil. The only thing I've got to say about that is, "Man up."
Been there, done that, and I've got the t-shirt to prove it. 

I didn't quite manage to run the entire 3 laps today. I had to stop a few times, I felt like dinner was going to make a reappearance. I've got to say, Whataburger is delightful, but only in one direction... down. Needles to say, one should not devour a Whataburger meal 15-20 minutes before a run. I know better. I used to never eat before a run. Oh, how times change when you have a kid, and any chance you get to eat in peace -- you take!

The Monday Mow (Not run) - 7/21/2014

Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday
Run Mow Start Time: 7:59 pm Duration: 19:15 Millage: 0.8 Average speed: 2.5 mph Calories burned:150 Weight: 148.2 Time weighed: 11:00
Friday	Saturday	Sunday

Monday

I took Tristan to his 2-month check up. We talked to the doctor about his (going-to-bash-my-brains-in) crankiness that starts from 5:00 pm - bedtime. All of my mom's friends kept telling me it was colic, but the crying only really starts up in the evenings. "He's perfect." according to our daycare. So it's just us? Our baby hates us.     : (

No, he doesn't hate us, or at least he doesn't hate us until we take him to the doctor to get tortured (shots).

Apparently it's just a phase. Baby's get cranky from 2-weeks - 3-months. Hopefully this phase will end soon.

When I got home, it was 100° outside and felt like I was swimming in the humidity. I decided to wait until 8:00 to run. Let the temperature drop to a more manageable one. Then my husband got home and reminded me we needed to mow our baseball-field-size yard. Sigh. So, instead of running, I mowed for 20 minutes... and got grass in my eye. That was the end of my night, because grass is yet another thing I'm allergic to. I tried rinsing it out with water, my husband chased me around with eye wash solution (I hate eye-drops), nothing helped but closing my eyes and going to bed.

Getting to know me, getting to know all about me...

Hello readers,

Welcome to my blog dedicated to recording my experience and progress as I attempt to loose my baby weight and get back down to my fighting weight.

A little about me:

My family: I have a 2 month old eating, pooping and farting machine... Tristan. He is our first baby and we love him to death -- when he's sleeping. My husband, Andy's a type 1 diabetic. What does that mean? In a nutshell, when Andy was 7 his pancreas basically said screw this shit, I'm moving out. He hasn't seen it since.

My brother and I have been on diets our entire life, not because we were pudgy children, because our parents have been on a diet our entire life. That being said, I'm pretty good about eating healthy (or quasi healthy). There's always at least one vegetable of some kind in the meal.

Bad habits:

• I LOVE diet coke. It's my vice. I don't drink it because it's low cal, I just love the taste. "Nectar of the Gods," according to my brother. 
• Carbs. If someone told me I would die in 3 days if I didn't stop eating carbs... (pre-Tristan) I would have shrugged and taken another heaping bite of my mac-and-cheese. 
• I'm not that good about eating protean
• I don't drink enough water (who does?)
• I hate breakfast. I tend to skip it, or replace it with 2 cups of coffee. 
• Beer. I love beer (even though I'm allergic to Barley, sad I know)

Statistics:

     Gender: Female (duh!)

     Height: 5' 1"

     Current Weight: 149.6

     Goal Weight: 125

FYI, based on my calculated BMI (28.3), I am almost obese (30). Really!?!?

I don't, nor have I ever, owned a scale. I didn't even pay attention to my weight at the doctors office when I was pregnant. I believe I tipped the scales at 160-something-or-other at one point. So the hardest part of this blog is going to be keeping up with measuring my weight. 

Why am I doing this? Because I am (next to my brother and father) the cheapest person I know. I refused to purchase maternity clothes when I was pregnant, and I can barley squeeze into my old pants now. My husband continues to tell me how beautiful I am and that I am perfect the way I am... blah blah blah. That still doesn't help the fact that I can't zip up my favorite pair of jeans, and my boobs muffin top out of my favorite bras. 

What am I going to do? Run, or jog really. Our dog, Rita also needs to loose a little weight, so she is going to join me in my running endeavors.