Getting Fit- My journey

Getting Fit.   
Put together, they are two of the most scary, dreaded words in the English language to me. 

People have been telling me for years "Once you hit 30, it's so much harder to lose weight and get in shape!"
I'm not 30.....(yet😃 ) but after having two babies back-to-back, I had settled into a mindset of complacency (yet disgusted by it) and resignation (yet loathing it), thinking that my body had worked hard and needed a break.  A much-needed reprieve from anything difficult.  ESPECIALLY working out. 
I went through the winter able to only wear a few outfits and still wearing most of my maternity clothes (most of which by this time was hated by me).  I still had a full closet of clothes and one full drawer of clothes that I couldn't imagine fitting into, but felt desperate to keep, to remind me of how I used to be. 
Now, before you start thinking that I'm going down the "learn to love yourself" road, stop that car!
I'm not. 😃  Definitely not. 

I'm just being real. 

Anyway, so by the end of February, I can't tell you what flipped the switch for me, but I realized that I was bothered by the fact that I am not as active as I need to be.  Of course I was bothered by how I looked, but I was more upset that I didn't FEEL great. 
So I started waking up early (oh the horrors!😃) and taking the dog for a run.  I dislike running and have since I was a young child and my parents would make us do it daily for exercise.  It's not my thing.

But I know it helps me get my heart rate up and I know its good for Chula to go for runs.  I would go before Dan and the girls woke up, so that I wasn't disrupting his day either. 

Last fall, a neighbor and I went running together a few times and while it was nice to get out, I really didn't like our runs together because she always wanted to do like, 4-5 miles.  That's too much...for me, at least.  The longer the workout takes me, the more I dislike it.  So I started small. 

"One mile" I told myself.
"If I can do one mile without stopping once, I'll be happy." 

So I did. 

I was reeeeeeeeeeally slow. Then the next day I did it again, and then again the next day....and the same for weeks.  Until two weeks ago. 

I'm not obsessed with losing weight.  I haven't changed my diet one iota, except perhaps that I'm being sure to drink at least half my body weight (in ounces) of water each day.  But since I started the water intake, and the running, my headaches have gone away, I'm not depressed, and in general, most of my days I'm very energetic and encouraged! 
That says a lot in the days we're living in. 

Two weeks ago, I noticed my weight-loss (which was now 18 pounds lost) had plateaued and I knew it was time to switch things up.  So I started doing strength training one day, running the next and back and forth.  Since then, I've lost an additional 5 lbs. 

I. Am. So. Excited!!!!!!!!!

Last week, I finally cleaned out my closet and threw out 52 articles of clothing.  I went to a thrift store that was doing a "free or make a donation day" and picked out some new church clothes to celebrate.  Don't worry.  I didn't get 52 new articles.  😂😃

I feel like I took my life back.  I wouldn't begin to post a before and after weight-loss photo, because to most people, the difference is so small.  But to me, it's gigantic, and more than that, it was what I needed to get disciplined.  I've always been a disciplined person.  In college, I followed a strict schedule I created for my days, and didn't take naps, do fun things (until my last year when I decided to enjoy college too), and was always on time for class assignments.  This was the first time in a very long time that I took a hiatus on discipline in fitness and I hated every moment of my undisciplined life. 

I'm not near perfection and I haven't arrived.  But I'm working on changing now, which is more than I've done for about 4 years. 

So, why the post?  I hope it doesn't come across like a bragging session or a pride thing.  I'm not proud at all of the fact that I've let myself be so lax for four years when I should have been moving forward.  I'm excited that I've seen results though, without spending a penny on a gym membership, new clothes, a special drink or pill that helps get rid of excess bloat....
These results came from good old fashioned W.O.R.K.

I don't suddenly love running and working out.  I still dislike it.  But I love that it helps me to grow stronger and have more energy to pour into my life.  So it's worth it to put up with exercising for that short period each morning.

Maybe you're feeling like I was.  Somehow life keeps slipping by and you haven't worked to improve a certain area of your life (for me, my health), and it's bothering you.  Here's your gentle reminder to wake up EARLY tomorrow and start your new life.