I'm not only making that promise to you, but to myself as well. I fell off the wagon hard 2 years ago.
When I last posted, I was near the end of my second pregnancy and was so miserable in my own body. Not long after, in the early morning hours of March 23rd, our little butterball entered the world at 9 pounds. No wonder I had been so uncomfortable! He was all cheeks and still has those cheeks and is the sweetest little boy I could ever hope for. Our little Deuce, now named Sutton, is a total mama's boy. He also had major acid reflux, ear infections, was sick all the time and had to get tubes in his ears at age 1. The first year was insane and I barely slept, drank a lot of coffee, and never ran because I was too tired. So, so tired. I've never known tired like that.
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| My chunky little guy at just a day old :-) |
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| I miss him being this small |
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| 4 months old and adorable! |
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| Brothers having fun in the snow. I miss the moose snowsuit! |
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| This past Christmas. They are so great together. |
On top of having a new baby, we found a house on an acre of land that is in the county we live in so we decided to move. Probably not the smartest idea we've ever had, but we did it and somehow made it work. It needed a lot of remodeling so we lived with my parents for 2 months while we gutted the kitchen, took down a wall, ripped up flooring and so much more. We moved in 3 days before Christmas and still had no usable kitchen but we made it work with paper plates and the bathroom sink. I'm not gonna lie, it was like camping and it totally sucked. More on that in another post.
Right now I want to talk about running, and mental health.
When I started my running journey, I was 24 years old and going through a nasty divorce after an abusive marriage. Running was my saving grace and kept me sane. I didn't know it at the time but it was helping me in so many ways. I was never much into exercise, fitness or sports until I began running. Fast forward through a few years of therapy, running, meeting and marrying the love my life and having 2 babies and I realized that I've had anxiety my whole life. Which developed into post partum depression after my second son was born. The world came crashing down around me and I didn't know how to hold it together anymore. My OB put me on anxiety medication and my world is totally different now and it's better than it has ever been. The downside to it is that for unknown reasons, you carry around extra weight. For me, it's about 10-12 pounds. This has really started to chip away at me and makes running really hard. But that's all going to change.
As my baby approaches 3 years old, I am feeling more and more like myself. I'm not in a zombie-like fog anymore, somehow making it through the day. I've started doing more for myself and getting back to who I used to be. I found an exercise and meal plan that actually works for me (when I stick to it). I was doing really well up until the holidays and then I fell off that bandwagon pretty hard and gained everything back. I'm about 5 weeks in again now and still struggling on most days but making it more of priority. This weekend I am meal prepping getting everything ready for next week so there won't be any Chick-fil-a runs. Sorry CFA, you know we love you! I also signed up to run the Monument Avenue 10K this March. I ran my first mile last weekend and it hurt sooooo baaaaddd..... I am definitely starting over from square 1.
So stayed tuned and see where this journey takes me!
