Being Sick: My Achillies Heel

So I've done Body for Life before. I've tried just working out and eating right before.  And I've done Weight Watchers before. A lot. I mean a lot.  I mean I've been on and off since I was 13 years old, so a lot.  Why do I keep joining? It works.  Except for the sabotage  and it's all me. And it could come from anywhere, anytime. Whether I just gave up, or I got pregnant, or I couldn't lose while breastfeeding, there was always something, and my most common something has been getting sick.

Guess what people? I'm sick.  I have been so incredibly motivated over the last two months that the thing I fear the most is going off the tracks, and sick does it to me more than anything else.  For every time I've given up because I got pregnant (valid excuse), I gave up 5 times because of a sickness.  It goes like this: I don't watch my calories, I don't exercise, and I rest.  That's what you are supposed to do when you are sick, right?  Get better.

Then I get better.  And I still don't watch my calories, or exercise.

And then even more time goes on and I'm back on the pizza and empty carbs and crap, and there goes the end of that.


NOT THIS TIME! NOT IN THIS HOUSE!

Sure as I write this post I'm pausing to have a coughing fit or blow my nose, and I did just take a couple of Nyquil so the next paragraph could be a doozy (and if you haven't seen the Leary sketch yet in your life, you should click on that link).  I digress.  The important part is that while I sat doped up this week in a balance of dayquil/nyquil coma fun times, while my kids watched entirely too much tv, I accomplished a few things.

1. I made 2 playlists.

• List A: A list of songs that vary by strategic intensity for doing cardio HIIT
• List B: A nice list of songs for training for a 5K.  Which brings me to my next accomplishment.

2. I decided I'm going to run a 5K.  Now I don't just mean maybe someday I will run a 5K, I mean on July 14th I will run a 5K.  9 days before my 32nd birthday, I will have completed my first 5K.  This is no small feat as I have never even ran a mile before in my life.  So I can't do this alone can I?  Luckily, I have two of my older brothers, my husband, and my brother's lady to do it with me. This should be awesome.

That's about it for what I've actually done.  But something strange has happened which is that I cannot wait to exercise again. I really hope I can go get a solid block of sleep tonight, and run over to the gym and bang out the first date of my C25K program.

A girl can hope, and A girl can Run. 

PS. Did I mention I lost 2.2 lbs this week? Total is -17.4  Just wanted to make sure you all saw that.  WOOT!