I'm back

I'm back. I'm sore. I'm cranky. I'm sweaty. I have a cough. I'm cold. I'm jittery. I'm slow. I'm like a clydesdale. I'm remorseful. I'm upset. I'm contemplative. I'm remembering. I'm regretful. Most importantly, I'm back.

Due to a variety of reasons which include injury, grief, lack of motivation and ESPECIALLY the journey to prepare my home and my heart for a child, I took several months off. I gained some extra weight and I kept saying, "I'll start next week...tomorrow...later today...next week looks good..." and so it went for about two months. TWO MONTHS of not running. I pity those that were around me and had to endure. But I'm back. And that's what is important, right?

Usually, I can summons the motivation internally to get out and pound out a few miles, that just wasn't happening. At an open house a friend of mine mentioned the Humana Vitality program where you could earn points for a free greenhouse. Free? <ears perked, head cocked sideways> Yes. Free. And so I signed up. You do things like workout, get cpr certified, get a physical, etc. and you earn points. One quick way to earn a lot of points is to take the Vitality assessment. And so I did. And wow...it has my Vitality age at 40, though I'm only 34! I answered honestly with my lifestyle today, not what it "normally" is. And I'm back. And that's what is important, right?

I'm back to my old habits. Eating candy and sweets daily. Drinking a soda a day. Not eating fruits and veggies like I KNOW I should. I'm back. And so is my weight, bad complexion and jeans that barely fit. I'm back. And that's what is important, right?

So I was shocked back into reality. I bought leaner meats. More fruits. And saute'ed some greens in a light olive oil. I am reducing my sodas (elimination is the goal) and candy too. My sweets will be tackled on another day, I have to take this challenge one obstacle at a time. I have power over it, it no longer has power over me. Yes, I'm back. And that's what is important, right?

So today, on a day when I know I'm going to eat thousands of calories (Thanksgiving) I laced up my shoes and decided I'd move for 30 minutes. I didn't care how far, I just cared how long. 35 minutes and 3.5 miles later I can say, I'm fucking back and that's what's important!