No excuses.

Yesterday I started week 3 of C25K.

Week 3 includes 3 minute intervals.

That's right. For the first time I am counting my running in minutes not seconds.

It doesn't sound like much, but to me it is.

I did it. 

I did it on a day when I felt like my eyes were burning from the inside due to weeks of not sleeping. 

I did it on a day when a felt like I was drowning.

I did it even though I had to go back to the gym three times because someone else was always using 'my' treadmill.

And I was proud. Beyond belief proud.

I can't wait to built up the confidence to run outside.

Running on the treadmill makes me feel free.

I can only imagine what it feels like to run outside.

I've decided that once I finish C25K I'm going to go outside and complete Gateway to 8k which sets you up for 50mins of running. Yeah I know. I just did 3 minutes and I'm already thinking about running for nearly an hour. 

One can dream right?

C25K

So waiting a week between runs that are meant to be every second day is rather slack. 

I used the treadmill instead of the road today. 

Find it so much easier being able to see my progress as I go along.

Last week doing day 1 I thought I would die and didn't even complete it properly.

Today I did it.

So I'm counting today as day 1 again because yeah, a week gap is too much. 

I feel good for the first time in a long while.

Guess that's why they suggest exercise for depression huh?

Well that went well...not

I think I'm going to have to remember the quote from my last post.

"No matter how slow you go, you are still lapping everybody on the couch."

Cause boy was I slow.

And breathless.

I may be more unfit then I though.

It was defiantly depressing.

Sunday I completed day 1 of Couch to 5k.

Well I kinda completed.

Good enough right???

This is going to be more challenging then I thought, but I need this. I need to put myself and my health first. What good am I to my kids of I neglect myself?

So the 'stats'.

Starting weight: 60kg

Pre-baby weight: 52kg

Will be happy with: under 55kg, even if it's 54.9

Motivation O'clock

It's time for me to get fit.

I want to lose the last of this baby weight and I want to be able to go for a walk/jog for some alone time rather then locking myself in my room reading blogs and eating chocolate. 

I love blogs, but surely exercise would be more productive?

So I've developed a plan.

I have one day a week where all three children are gone.

One at kindy and two in daycare.

So on this day I have no excuse as to why I haven't been exercising.

I know that I feel better when I've been exercising, so why don't I do it?

I also have at least one afternoon a week free whilst the children are playing with their dad. (They play more then just this one afternoon, I'm talking about scheduled "mummy with no kids time")

I have both a gym membership AND access to a gym within our complex.

I really can't complain about lack of resources can I.

Every second weekend the children spend the weekends at their dad's place.

During this time I'm sure if I wanted to I could fit a workout in.

So my plan is:

Friday mornings straight to gym from kindy drop off.

One afternoon a week 'sceduled' gym time.

Every second Saturday make time for the gym.

I'm going to follow the 'Couch to 5km Running Program'.

I've even got MP3 downloaded with instructions of when to walk and when to jog, all ready to go.

All I've been lacking is the motivation.

I'm thinking I may even be brave and post my weight and a before picture on here so everyone can follow my progress (exciting blogging here folks).

So there it is.

My plan all written out and sent into cyberspace.

Hopefully someone kicks my butt if I don't update with progress.

That can be your job.

xxx

Fitness Freak.

So I've been kinda slack. 

I had this whole idea when we moved that I would go to the gym in our complex after the kids went to bed at night. I wasn't exactly successful.

I did start, but it didn't last nearly long enough.

So I have a new mission. I'm purposely starting off small and hoping I can just keep on adding on.

So my current mission? 

Gym. Everyday. For ten days?

Think I can do it?

I'll let you know.

xx

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Fitness Freak.

In the time between having Eli and Kayla Rose I started going to the gym.
It's was super hard work, but I loved it. I had energy for the first time in my life. I was losing weight. I felt good.
I loved the feeling of walking just that little bit further/faster on the treadmill. I loved knowing the routine in class. I loved having time that was only for ME. 


One day when I was about 7 weeks pregnant I attended my favorite class. Body Balance. The next day I started bleeding. It was the beginning of my miscarriage. Ultrasounds showed that the baby had died about a week earlier. The following few days were physically painful, the following months were emotionally excruciating. Long after everyone thought I was fine I was still broken inside. I didn't understand it. This wasn't something that happened to me. This was something that only happened to other people. We named our baby Hope. And I know that she is safe in the arms of Jesus waiting for the day when we can be reunited.


I tried going back to the gym, but it wasn't the same. Although I know that me doing that class didn't cause the loss of our precious one, I still link the two events in my mind. But now I'm a tired mumma of three. My fitness has plummeted. I miss the high after a workout. I miss the feeling of sore muscles the day after you've gone for it hard. I miss having that time that was for no one but myself.  


I want to go back. I want to fit a work out into my schedule. I want to have the motivation to go. I know that if I could just go back I would get my fitness mojo back. I think it's time I stopped being jealous of other people for having energy for the gym and drag my saggy mum butt into the air-conditioned treadmill comfort.

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