Journey to Mee-dom

Today's topic is body image. I would like to start specifically with boobs (breasts, boobies, guns, tittays, rack, "bags of sand"). I saw a few women walking today with those sexy sporty tank tops. You know, the tight ones that if worn properly can stop traffic. In my case, if worn right now, those sexy cris-cross straps on my back could possibly be mistaken for a pan of hot cross buns (or in the words of Chris Rock "you got the pump fat comin' out the pump" but on my back). Which brings me to my topic at hand - body image and boobs. I have one of those nice little tankie-tops and it stares me down every time I go in for the big ol' sports bra that will be covered by a t-shirt of Danny's. I want to wear it sooo badly, but I don't really like stuffing my boobs into it...it reminds me of attempting to get a regular size fitted sheet over a double stack pillow top mattress. You know that sh*t doesn't fit just by looking at it. Boobs are a bit of...

Today is going to have to be a stretching/pilates/bathtub day. My kids were looking at me sideways with curiousty as hobled down the stairs to go to work this morning, moaning and drooling with pain. I may have overdone it, but I think some of you will agree that there ain't nothin' better than some good ol' exercise pain! Although that steep hill didn't even kiss me let alone hold my hand as it took advantage of me all the way up to the top (you know I wanted to write something way dirtier there but I'll keep it 'PG'). I want to reflect a little more on my run yesterday because a lot of different emotions and ideas came up for me. Funny, how when the going gets tough my mind gets going. I mean gooooing. I can't shut it off! When I start feeling myself slowing down I start a bit of a choo-choo train chant. It started out as "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this" but it wasn't doing anything for me. I think we know that there is a hug...

So I'm running tonight - and it's going fairly well until I look down at my shadow and it resembles a bouncing cadillac with a biiiiiiiig trunk. Ba-ba-ba-boing goes my cadill-ass. At first I thought I was mistaken, that isn't my shadow...or at least it's exaggerating the gravity of the situation here. Basically, I had a decision to make, feel sorry for my big trunk or get motivated. Every time I wanted to stop and walk, I just checked in with my shadow and it was on like donkey kong (do people still say that?). Thank goodness I had my headphones on, because in between songs all I could hear was some awful panting that sounding like an animal being sacrificed. I pretended it wasn't me and kept rhythmically running to some old Mariah Carey songs. So, I realized thinking of all the things I am thankful for would help me keep my mind off of the large wall I was about to hit, metaphorically speaking. At first I was thankful for my feet, my shoes that are so comfy, runni...

Wow, picking a title for a blog is like picking a name for your first born child! I'm starting this particular blog so that people can virtually accompany me on my journey to better health. To put it bluntly, I'm trying to get back to my pre-baby weight and then some. I know myself well enough to know that if people are encouraging me and checking in on my progress that it will help me stay motivated towards my goal. Any tips, words of encouragement, good work out songs or "how is it going" messages are very much welcomed. There are so many reasons I want to work out. To say it's for optimal health, for me, would be only half the story. I want to look good in those jeans! The ones I have stored in the back of my closest out of sight so they don't nag me with with their taunts "why don't you try us on? Oh...because you know we don't fit...that's right, you gave up on us...might as well give us away at the next clothing swap to someone who cares...