Really? Am I ready? Am I really ready?

Do you know what that picture means?




It means that I have reached a small goal that I had set for myself.
It means that starting this week, today actually, C and I begin training.
It means that I am going to try to become a runner.
The pink ones are mine, (of course) and the other ones belong to C.
Here's the whole story:
At the end of 2006, I decided that I was tired of being HUGE. I made a great effort to lose weight by watching what I was eating but I wasn't exercising. The day that I stepped on the scale and realized that I had lost 25 pounds, was also the day that I found out that I was pregnant. Seriously, not cool. The excitement of the weight loss was totally overshadowed by the realization that I was soon going to be gaining weight, rapidly. I actually didn't gain a whole lot of pregnancy weight. To this date, going from my 'heavy' weight (prebaby) to now, I've lost 33 pounds.
Around the beginning of 2007, some of my friends started their own get healthy plan and began walking, not too long after that they began running, training for a 5k to be exact. I was so jealous. (There. I've said it.) I really was. There is just no other word for it. I so badly wanted to run with them. It fit into my schedule, (no job, I could deal w/the early morning thing b/c I could go back to bed. :D ) it fit into my new outlook on getting healthy. It just didn't fit in with the fact that I had just found out that I was 8 weeks pregnant. I was so bummed. I loved, yet hated hearing their running stories. I loved it b/c it kept me excited, it kept me wanting to strive to be healthier, I also loved hearing their success stories, for 2 reasons, one b/c they are my friends and I rejoiced in their successes and 2 b/c I kept thinking that it was going to be me someday. I hated it b/c (WARNING: HONESTY AHEAD!) I really was jealous. Jealous of the time they got to spend together, and jealous that they were getting healthier and I was just getting bigger and bigger (I know it was a baby but still it was hard for me) and that meant that they would be leaps and bounds ahead of me and I'd have to do it on my own now. (I'm really taking a risk putting this out there, b/c I know they read this. But I've decided that it's ok for me to be honest with my friends, and if its not, well, then guess I was wrong about the whole 'friends' thing.) So, now, I'm not pregnant anymore and I have a BEAUTIFUL and ADORABLE 7 month old to prove it. I had decided that once I got to a certain weight that I would start my training. And since I usually don't do anything without C, he's starting too. The other night we went to the store and tried on about 17 different pairs of running shoes and decided on the ones pictured above. Of course, they didn't have our sizes so we had to have them ordered. We picked them up on Saturday and we are starting tomorrow b/c I just remembered that I have a ladies meeting tonight.


~Til next time!