Getting it Together

Look at me go. Two posts in less than a week? I must be sick. Realistically, I'm writing this with H passed out across my chest, and B playing cars in the kitchen. I can't help but think that this must be the norm - moms (or dads) writing with the babies on them in some form. I suppose if I want to write, this is the only way it can be done.

I'm slowly in the process of getting back in shape. When I got pregnant I continued to work out. Not nearly as long as I wanted, but I did. I used the treadmill for a month or two, but then got concerned that I was getting my heart rate to high, and stopped. I started walking outdoors then. Not long distances or anything, just enough to get going. Most times were between 1 and 2km with B, other times we did the longer walk to the library and back which was more along the lines of 3km round trip. We spent loads of time in the pool this past summer too!

Now I have no excuses. Wait, that's a lie. My excuse is laying on me. Three times she's fallen asleep on me today. Three times I've laid her down after crashing. And three times she was awake instantly. Okay two times. The Third was about a half hour, in which B and I made cookies. But, I'm trying not to let her be an excuse. I just did 50 squats with her in my arms. Why? Why not. I'm going to get where I want to be physically, and if it means including H in the work outs, I will.

A few days ago I did some jumping jacks. I pushed out 100, with so many stops. I knew I was out of shape - not being hard on myself, it's true, I just gained and lost 30 pounds in 9 months - but wow. I am lucky to be at my pre-pregnancy weight, which is still higher than I would ideally like it to be, but I'm much softer, and much weaker. I currently have a goal to be able to do 100 jumping jacks, without stopping, by the end of the month. Might sound easy, but after how I felt the other day, I think I've got my work cut out for me.

I wanted to do the Resolution Run here on New Years Eve, but it sold out before I got the "okay" from my doctor. It's really bitter sweet. I hoped to run a marathon in 2012, and wasn't comfortable running one pregnant. Oh well. There's always 2013. I actually registered for the Mud Hero last week. It's not until next August, but I'm pumped. 6km in the mud with obstacles?? Hell yeah! I must be crazy. I've also recently learned of the Rock n Roll Marathon in Vegas that would be wicked. But, doubtful that it'll be next year, but hopefully soon! Either way, I see a lot of training in the future, and I'm okay with that!

I have to start somewhere, and I am. I've been working on my diet. Trying to choose some of the healthier choices, and less of the crappier choices ;) . I'm trying to get moving a little bit more too. And although it's awfully cold outside, and I don't like taking H out in this if I don't have to, I do have the treadmill that has collected dust over the months and is calling my name louder and louder. I'm going to get on it in the next day or two, and hopefully by writing it here, along with the rest of my goals, I'll feel a little more obligated to actually do it!

We're going to Vegas in May for my husbands 30th. I want to look and feel awesome. It's our first time, and from what I've heard, there's a lot of walking to be done, and I want to be able to keep up!!
I also want to be able to keep up with my girls for the next 20+ years, and then my grandchildren - yes, that is SO far away, but it's something I think about.

On that rambling note, B is getting hungry (she just asked for 5 hot dogs, silly child of mine), H is squirming, and my writing time has come to an end.