Or, as young master Harrison would say "I DIYIT!!"
In the past 20 months, I have lost 100 pounds.
I'm not joking.
65 of that was Harrison weight... gained while I was pregnant with the little stinker.
The other 35 was weight I had hung on to after Connor was born. Hung on to for almost 5 years. Lovely.
So back when Harrison was born, I decided it was time to start shedding the extra "me"...
Which didn't go too badly, but I wasn't THAT motivated. Then, after returning to work after my maternity leave, someone at least twice my size said to me "us big girls got to stick together"... OH. MY. GOSH.
So I replied "oh no. THIS (gesturing to my whole body) is temporary." And then I decided to actually do something about it.
I started working out in the morning.
I'd do Jillian Michaels' 30 day shred or I'd jump on my wii fit and do some fitness boxing.
I also used the Lose It! app on my ipod to track my calories and exercise.
I'm convinced that's what did the trick for me. Seeing what I was eating and keeping track of the calories was a great way to hold myself accountable.
So, long story less long, from September 2008 to November 2009, I lost 100 pounds... with the majority of the losing happening from April to November.
In February I'd realized once I hit my goal weight, I really didn't have something to work toward, so I decided to set a fitness goal. I would run The Race for the Cure. Which is crazy talk for me, considering I'd never run a day in my life. In March, I started the Couch to 5k program (again, on my ipod - are you sensing a theme here?) and started running. I got sidelined after 3 weeks when my knee started REALLY hurting. So I took some time off to heal. Then I took some more time off because it was cold. Or raining. Or I was tired. Yes, I'm the queen of excuses.
So The Race for the Cure rolled around. And I had said I would run.
And despite not running for 6 weeks, I did it.
I RAN. I ran the farthest I've ever run in my life.
And it felt SO GOOD.
I did the race in 38 minutes.
I had to slow to a fast walk a couple of times, but I never let myself walk for too long.
I am proud of my accomplishment...
but I'm more proud of the women who I ran to honor today.
Heather Pick.
Aysu's Mom.
Gretchen's Mom.
All of the women who I saw wearing pink survivor shirts today, or in photos on t-shirts of loved ones.
Below is a little photo of myself, rocking the pink wig for Heather :) with my former boss, Karen, and my former co-worker and darned-near-neighbor, Rochelle.
Thanks for all of the words of encouragement along the way..
From the weight loss to the running - to the "hey skinny!" greetings I got today -
They lift my spirits and fill my heart. :)
(Photo swiped from my sweet friend, Angela)






