So yesterday I decided it was time to put up or shut up.  I’m either going to stay lazy and fat or get active and in shape.  While the lazy sounds nice after a long day at work, I opted for active.  I am back to the Couch 2 5k program.  I did day one yesterday and while I will admit it was really freakin’ hard and my grandma’s motorized wheelchair could have lapped me on the running parts–and the walking parts to be honest, I have to admit that it felt great when I was done and I felt great the rest of the night.  I am terribly out of shape.  I use to workout 6 days a week and with a personal trainer 2 of those days and now I don’t.  I have let the exercise go and it was apparent yesterday. I could have been caught and killed by a three toed sloth.  I am sure it look hilarious to see me out there “running” (I don’t think I should call it that as it’s really disrespectful to all of those who really run)–I’ll call it jogging.  So, I’m jogging and I feel ridiculous because I know it looks like someone running in slow motion.  While I wanted to quit, because I hate when things are hard and come on–I looked idiotic, I kept going and did the whole 30 minutes of walking/pseudo-running.

I’ve tried this running thing before (not wholeheartedly) but threw in the towel because my arthritic knee was complaining.  Well part of that complaining isn’t about the running–it yelling at me for carrying around the extra weight I know I shouldn’t.  I am forgiving myself here for making so many wrong choices and allowing me to accept where I am today and set a trajectory to get where I want to be six months from now when I hit the big 40.

So, I’ll keep pseudo-running and attempting to look athletic and not about to die when I do it and sorry Ice cream and cookies–our love affair is over.