Maxisms

Gavin and Max called my dad to tell him goodnight tonight. Max proceeded to say to my dad, "I wanna tell you something. Trains go backwards."

He is so funny! He is OBSESSED with trains and keeps telling everyone they go backwards, but I haven't ever heard him string so many words together!

Working my butt off....

LITERALLY.  Or at least that's what I'm hoping to do.  I've always said how I can't stand when people facebook about exercising all the time, or how they fit into their size 4's.  I do however, enjoying hearing about an accomplishment like a race or something similar.  Now I'm going against everything I've said and BLOGGING about something that has become important to me.  Getting healthy.  I figure it's time.  I'm about to turn 28, thinking about having a third child, and basically just sick of feeling disgusting in my appearance, health and let's face it, emotionally.

It all started with a guy in Eagle Mountain who decided to get fat for 6 months and then try and lose it in 6 months.  Ridiculous, right?  I can honestly tell you that I would NEVER do it.  He said that he was a part time personal trainer who has always been fit, loves exercise, and wanted to know what his clients feel so he can better understand the "struggle".  If you have ever had to lose a substantial amount of weight you know exactly what I mean by struggle.  Anyway, I thought this guy sounded like an idiot and it was kind of one of those train wreck moments where you can't look away.  I was reading all of his blogs, etc. and realized I had just heard of him as he was about to enter the get fit again stage.  The more I read, the more I was inspired by him and I was ready to join with him on his journey.  "Remember, remember the 5th of November", was what everyone following him kept saying.  That was the big day.  And about a week after I'd heard of him, it came.  If you are interest in learning more about Drew and his FIT2FAT2FIT journey you can click here.

So the day came and I was ready for it.  I had tried and not stuck with things so many times in the past year, but something felt so different this time.  I felt like he had sacrificed his health for me and I didn't want to let him down.  The first week went off without a hitch and the best part?  He said we weren't exercising for a whole month!  What could be better? 

And here we are 4 months later...did I keep sticking with it?  Sure did!  I will admit that I don't follow his meal plans anymore, or even his exercise, I completely do my own thing, but he helped me find what worked for me.  The best part about all of it?  It wasn't some gym I had to join, or program I had to pay for.  It was just some guy who wanted to understand what so many people struggle with everyday.  I now know what my body needs to eat to feel fueled and I enjoy healthy food.  I completely gave up pop, diet or otherwise, I've only had 2 sodas in the past 4 months and I feel really good about giving it up.  I exercise...a lot.  It's kind of a new obsession and I finally found time when I realized that I didn't have to get ready for the day the moment I got out of bed.  Sometimes we don't get dressed until the afternoon around here, but let's face it...when you're not going anywhere and just exercising and cleaning house...who gives?  I'm happy to say that I turn 28 in a week and am now 34 lbs lighter than I would have been had I not done something.  I can do real push-ups, not the wimpy girly kind, and I feel strong and amazing. I can run more than a minute without feeling extremely short of breath.  I'm still in shock when I put a shirt on and realize that it used to be skin tight and now it's not.  I love that I fit in cuter jeans again, and it sounds silly, but even my shoes fit better!  I still have a long way to go and doubt I will ever be bragging about fitting into a size 4, but I'm learning to love me for me, no matter what size I wear.  And the number one benefit?  My kids are healthier.  They like healthy food and we are more active together.  I want to start them out knowing how to do this right so they don't spend their 20's trying to figure it out.

I've been putting off this post for a long time for my reasons stated at the beginning, but the last 4 weeks have been kind of a plateau for me and I wanted to recognize that I've done something well.  I'm proud of myself and need to remember that more when the going gets rough.  Thanks for reading and feel free to add "the hate of people blogging about their weightloss" to your own list of annoyances :)