tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66272448525900902772024-03-04T21:08:08.205-08:00A Journey In the MidwestElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-70807361761805620782017-06-07T05:37:00.002-07:002017-06-07T05:37:41.854-07:00Birthday WeekIt's hard to believe that I am 32. I think at the age 32 I am at one of the happier points of my life. I have 2 wonderful girls and a Travis is awesome too! He made this birthday as special as can be.<br />
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My birthday is around Memorial Day. It's nice to have a long weekend to celebrate. This year Travis had to work 3rd shift at his job, but as I mentioned he made as special as he could . On my birthday we went out to dinner with my sibling and her family. It was kept very low key which was ok with me.<br />
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Memorial Day weekend was busy! The Jaela had her last soccer tournament of the season, we had bbq plans, and a parade to see! I was excited for Leia to see the parade. Last year she was still a bit too small to enjoy. This year she waved hi to everyone that passed by. A police offer on his motorcycle stopped to say "hi"!<br />
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The rest of that week was quiet. Travis bought me a new grill for my birthday! He got me a few gifts, but the grill is the one item I requested. I broke it out a few times and made some delicious dinners. I love Summertime! The food just tastes much better.<br />
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He was able to convince someone to work 3rd shift for him this past weekend! He asked what I wanted to do for my birthday and I told him visit a few wineries. After the gym Saturday and a trip to the vet (our dog has horrible skin and we are trying to fix it) we were off to the wineries.<br />
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We dropped of the girls to my sister and then hit up three wineries near us. The first one was Round Barn. This place was busy! They were have a dog event and everyone had their pups. We said a few times how we should have brought ours! We each had a flight to taste. I'm more of a red sweet wine person and he loves the dry whites.<br />
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Since Round Barn was busy, we headed out to our next stop, Tabor Hill. It was much quieter and we enjoyed having the spot almost to ourselves. We both had a flight of wines to taste. He really loved the Spumanti and we bought a bottle to take home. We ended our wine tasting at Gravity, another quiet spot. As we pulled up with saw a funny looking limo. We joked on how we would reserve the limo for my daughter's quinceanera in 5 years! <br />
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We were both extremely hungry after all the wine tasting. We asked one of the staff members at Gravity where was the best place for burgers. She said a little pub, near another bar (I can't remember the name), but she couldn't give us directions. Yelp came to the rescue and recommended Mickey's Drive-In. It did not disappoint! I had a cheese burger with all the toppings and an order of cheese sticks. It was the perfect way to end the birthday celebrations.<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-49277422807255513792017-04-27T06:12:00.001-07:002017-04-27T06:15:38.308-07:00They chose another one...I'm tired of hearing those words! House hunting has taken a toll on my life. Every darn time we find our "perfect" house we are outbid! This last house we offered on had 8 offers!! It is definitely a sellers market. We were very excited about this last house. I tried not to get excited because I knew the chances were slim that we would get it. We were supposed to know that evening at 7pm whether or not our offer was accepted. At 9:30 they still hadn't made a decision, so I fell asleep. The Baby Daddy came to bed after midnight and him moving around woke me up. I looked over to my phone and saw I had a missed text, then I saw what was written "Sorry, they chose another one". My response was "we figured, thanks". We have an awesome realtor. He is amazing. Not pushing us to offer on every house we see! Looking at every detail of the home. I mean seriously, we're new to buying a home and at the beginning we didn't look at the roof, we didn't look at the windows, furnace, etc. He did. The right one will come along, I know it will. Patience is the key here. PATIENCE!<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-71369632270676022382017-04-11T07:33:00.002-07:002017-04-11T07:33:34.099-07:00What a Monday! It went by quick. I'm back to an early morning wake up. I woke up at 4:45am to complete some upper arm work. Then I spent my usual 9 hours at work and was thrilled when it was time to leave. I missed my babies. Once I got home I was put on mom duty quickly. The diva had papers from school that I needed to sign, the redhead wanted to snuggle (which I didn't mind) and the Baby Daddy was ready for a break.<br />
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One nice thing, from my day, was when I unpacked my lunched I found a sweet note from the Diva. Made going back to work a tad bit harder. It also made me wonder if there was some ulterior motive. She can be a slick one.<br />
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I realized yesterday that after a full day of work, I only have about 4 hours to spend with the family during the weekday and really not a full 4 hours if you take dinner, homework, housework, or whatever else into consideration. I loved being home with the girls for a week, but I'm not sure if I can be a stay-at-home-mom. A shout-out to those moms that do!!<br />
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Dinner was easy peasy. The diva has been wanted breakfast for dinner for sometime now. She really loves her breakfast meals. I cooked up some egg sandwiches, with bacon, and a side of hash browns. It was so good.<br />
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As mentioned yesterday, soccer starts this week, and of course we cannot find the chin guards that I just bought for last season, so we had to make run to the store. She needed new cleats as well, I mean I can't have her in playing in a Nike soccer uniform and wear cleats made by Adidas. I was expecting to spend much more than I actually did! We went to the one of the only stores we have in town, Dick's, and it was packed. You would have thought it was Black Friday! Oh well, the things we do for our children.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-30866241071043188052017-04-10T11:06:00.002-07:002017-04-10T11:09:26.588-07:00Let's Catch Up for the Millionth TimeWhere should I begin? Let's talk about my least favorite thing going on in my life right now. Buying a house! or at least trying to. You would think I would love it. I mean who doesn't love trying to pick out their new home. The market is horrible right now. Once a house goes up, if it's not sold within the same day, it is on the next. We know that eventually we will find our "perfect" home, but gosh darn it, I wish that was sooner than later.<br />
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One of the many great things happening in my life right now, is my running. I've slowly have been getting back on track. My speed still isn't where I would like for it to be, but I'm getting there. I'm running 3x per week and trying to do strength training in between. My 5ks are getting faster! I ran one last week under 33 minutes and I was excited. I really think I could have ran it faster if it wasn't so windy. I need to figure out how to correctly do speed work. My "speed work" consists of running super fast for about a minute and then slowing down for 2 and repeating. I'm hoping to run a half marathon in June, but I haven't signed up yet. I did sign up for a 5 de Mayo race with my oldest. She's been wanting to run a race and I think it would be a fun one for us to do.<br />
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Life will start getting busy here again. My oldest starts soccer tomorrow, if the yucky weather stays away! It's officially Spring here. Bring on the April Showers. Honestly I don't mind the rain, however, I would mind it less if I didn't have to go anywhere. I went back to work today after having a week off. We were supposed to go out of town for vacation but plans changed when the Baby Daddy vacation was retracted. Oh well. It was still nice. I can honestly say I went back to work relaxed. We stayed home most of the time and did some remodeling/cleaning/downsizing/etc at home. Once we find our new home, we are hoping to rent our current one out. Hope you enjoy some of our pictures from our "stay-cation" <br />
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Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-10317787665880855962017-03-06T06:58:00.004-08:002017-03-06T06:58:56.297-08:00Random Monday This past weekend went by so fast. I mean they usually do, but this one sped by quickly. We are looking for a new house and it is no longer fun. We put offers in two out of the 6 or so that we have seen so far and both time they went with another offer. Oh well, our "perfect" house is still out there somewhere. I really wanted to take a week or so off from house hunting but the Baby Daddy found another to look at. Right in our neighborhood (which I love). So on Sunday I laced up my running shoes and ran by the house. It's a cute house, in a cul-de-sac. It does need some updating, painting, new carpet/floor. Some curb appeal. We shall see.<br />
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So what did I do with the rest of my weekend. Friday night began with decluttering our room. We have so much JUNK! Our small room looks much smaller with all the stuff I have accumulated through the years. I took about an hour on Friday evening and went through clothes, shoes, books, etc and got rid of what I didn't need. How did I decide whether or not I needed it, if I questioned, into the trash or donation pile it went.<br />
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Saturday morning we woke up early to hit the gym. I have been going to the gym regularly. I love it. The girls love it. After the gym we went to the grocery store, then back home to clean up some more. I had so.much.laundry. Seriously, I don't know where it all comes from. After a day of laundry we were ready to get out again! Saturday evening we went out to dinner with the family. My siblings and I were all craving Italian, but both Olive Garden and Papa Vino's were completely booked. We ended up at a local Mexican restaurant where I enjoyed a bit too much of chips and dip, oh and a very large margarita. Seriously by the time my dinner came I was stuffed.<br />
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Sunday I had a bit of energy left and I was ready for a day outdoors. I had spent Sunday folding laundry, watching Beauty and the Beast, I was ready for some me time. The diva wanted to join so we did a 2 mile run. Once home I decided it was time for the kitchen decluttering to begin. I went through all the cabinets, took them out and cleaned them with soap and vinegar. I found two vintage items! A 1930's juice press and the recipes that were hand written by the Baby Daddy's grandmother. I wanted to keep them, but his step-mom asked to have them. I will make a few copies of some recipes to create, and pull out a few cards to give to my daughter when she gets older. There you have it! My weekend. Now lets get this work week over!<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-33709937897528219272017-01-04T09:45:00.003-08:002017-01-04T17:35:08.151-08:00Goodbye 2016...Hello 2017This past year was a very interesting year to say the least. Learning how to parent with another person is tough. I was a single parent for 7 years before I had a second child. My parents and sisters did help when I needed a sitter for work or to enjoy a night to myself, but other than that I made up the rules and I provided for my daughter. At one point working two jobs (working.every.single.day). I did this for about a year, until my daughter told me she did not see me anymore and she missed me. That day, I put in my two weeks notice.<br />
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Having someone parenting with me was a struggle. I "knew" what worked. I wanted it my way. I have always been somewhat independent and part of me hated the fact that someone else was there to share the responsibility. After a huge argument and a phone call from my dad, I realized that it was ok to share the extra responsibility. I realized that it would be ok to share in parenting, after all he did play a huge role in creating our baby. Life would be ok.<br />
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2016 wasn't a horrible year, not the best, but far from the worse. We survived the first year of our baby's life. There were times that I wanted to leave, times that he probably wanted me gone, but in the end we stuck it through and boy am I glad that we did. He is my best friend, the one I can vent to, and the one to tell me to suck it up. He accepted my oldest as one as if she was his own. The other day while sitting in the living room listening to some random music, he danced with her. He had her on his feet and held her. As I was looking at them, I could not help to think that I am lucky, that we are lucky. That is how 2016 ended, with that memory, a beautiful memory.<br />
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Now that we're in 2017 I'm looking forward for what's to come. I'm hoping to continue to reach my goal of being fit. I've been asked what's my ideal weight, however, that's not really my goal. Yes, I would love to reach a certain weight, but if I don't, then I don't. Being fit to mean means exercising, eating well, and most importantly being happy.<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-11905113049712375442016-12-19T07:08:00.003-08:002017-01-04T17:33:03.497-08:00Sickness, Who Has Time For That?As busy people, we don't have time to be sick. It's hard and I think it especially harder on a mom. For about the past week in a half we have battled sickness in the home. It all started with the toddler getting sick. Over a week ago she woke up and throw up all over the bed. It was not fun. At first I thought it was the spaghetti I had made, but no one else got sick. As she started to feel better, I started to feel worse. My stomach did not feel right. I was nauseated and my stomach made weird noises (tmi?), but nothing else. Then the baby daddy came down with the full blown stomach flu, and last the 9 year old. It was not fun.<br />
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This week we're all pretty much back to "normal". We ventured out last Sunday to see Santa. It was the first time that we all got out the house to do something fun. I was worried that the toddler wouldn't like the man and I feared how she would react. I also feared for what my 9 year old would say. For the past few years she has been questioning if there's any truth to Santa. I think she knows that Santa isn't real, but still plays along with me. Next year I will sit with her and break the news. It makes me sad because she's quickly growing up.<br />
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I haven't been working out as much either. I just felt too tired and pained. Yesterday I finally did some yoga to get my muscles stretched out and it felt great! Today I'm hoping to get some strength training in and then wake up tomorrow morning at 5am to get a quick run in. I haven't gained any weight (it's so easy for me to gain), but it's probably because I was sick. I do feel stressed to the max, but I blame that on the no exercise.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-18201999390467934972016-12-01T07:34:00.003-08:002016-12-01T07:37:07.789-08:00First Night AwayAs a working mom, my job at times requires me to travel. I have been lucky that the first year of the toddler's life I haven't been asked to. Earlier this fall my boss called me into her office and informed me that I would be attending a conference in Indianapolis. I was excited, as I've been to this particular conference in the past and I knew it would be a good one. However, at the same time I was nervous. I knew the girls would be in good hands as they were staying with their Dad. The toddler still wakes up at least once at night to nurse. She still loves her nursing sessions. Many people have told me to end them, but honestly, I am ok if she continues until she is ready to wean.<br />
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My coworker and I left for Indy early Tuesday morning. I had set the girls clothes out and made my oldest lunch and left it all ready for the day. Once we arrived, it was a busy day. Workshops were about an hour and a half long with 30 minutes in between them for a break. During the break I rushed to the next one as they filled up quickly and I didn't want to be stuck with a workshop I didn't want to attend. The day flew by.<br />
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I called home and checked in a couple of times and all was good. The toddler whined a little when she got home (she usually nurses) but was easily distracted with food and toys.<br />
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The coworker and I skipped the reception and went out for a meal at Weber's. I was torn between ordering steak or bbq. I am more of a bbq fan than I am a steak fan. I went ahead and ordered a combination of ribs and brisket. I had a hard time choosing sides, but in the end I chose to stick with the yummy carbs, garlicky mashed potatoes, and mac n cheese.<br />
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Afterwards, we decided to brave the cold night, in a city we really do not know, and head to a local bar for a drink. We both ordered the special, long island ice tea, boy was it powerful!!! One was plenty. We quickly headed back to the hotel after our drink and sat in the hotel bar area and ordered one more beer before calling it a night.<br />
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I was really hoping the drinks would help me relax. I called home once more and said my good nights. At 1:30 I woke up and frantically searched for the toddler. Then I remembered where I was at. I called home once more and they were all asleep. I fell back to sleep and before I knew it, it was time for another day full of workshops.<br />
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My night away from home wasn't too bad. The girls did fine. I was told at home that the toddler woke up once screaming her head off, but was quickly settled back to sleep with a warm bottle of milk. We shall see what happens next time.<br />
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All in all, I'm glad to be home.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-90705733071631571732016-11-21T10:39:00.001-08:002016-11-21T10:39:05.007-08:00Jogging with a StrollerAlthough it's November, the weather has been decent here in the Midwest. Temps have been in the 60's, which I think is rare for this time of year. A few of my friends shared their "On this day" pictures from a year ago and it looked like we already had snow. I don't remember, as last year at this time, I was dealing with a new baby who didn't like to sleep. Funny, at almost a year and a half, she still doesn't like to sleep.<br />
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Since the weather hasn't been horrible, I've been wanting to run outdoors as much as possible. With little ones that can get a bit difficult. My oldest usually rides her bike along side me. I begged the man to buy a jogging stroller when we found out we were expecting. I've only used it once in the youngest 1.5 years of life. I decided it was time to put it to good use. Jogging with a stroller isn't easy.<br />
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I decided that I would complete a two mile run and take walking breaks if needed. I also decided to take it slow. I read up on how to run with a jogging stroller and many articles stated to keep to the road which I did. Makes since roads are usually less bumpy and your risk of fallen or tipping the stroller over is less than if you were to run on a sidewalk. I also kept to an area I knew well and I knew there would be no hills. I can't imagine running up a hill pushing a stroller with 20+ lbs in it. I still have to practice my form with a stroller. As for the baby I dressed her for the weather. No blankets. Those can fall and trip you over. I brought a snack just in case she needed a break. She did not. She was very content. I know the weather will turn bad here in the next couple of weeks, so our time with the jogging stroller is limited, I'm going to try and enjoy as much as I can.<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-81835401141808987422016-10-13T07:14:00.002-07:002016-10-13T07:14:41.962-07:00Growing Up and Setting Priorities Lately, the baby daddy and I, have been talking about buying a house! Exciting, yes, SCARY? Hell yeah! I want a house that I am happy with, not perfect, as there's no such thing, but happy with. It's hard. We've been looking, a few times, we thought we saw what we wanted, but I haven't got "the feeling". I don't want to feel like I'm stuck in a home that I don't like. Also while looking I started thinking about our financial situation. We have some small debts that we are paying over time, however, wouldn't it be nice to buy a house and have no debt! So what does that mean for me? That means sitting down and actually writing a budget, it means not eating out as much, or stopping to buy coffee ( I usually only stop once a week). I don't want to feel like we are living paycheck to paycheck when we buy a new house. What am I doing to get rid of debt? I have listed them all. When googling "get rid of debt" one of the first links pointed me to Dave's Ramsey's Snowball Effect. This is how I plan to attack those debts.<br />
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It's funny how much of my debt belongs to school loans. To think we work so hard to earn a college degree, to only complete college, and have a loan bigger than what you make per year. Oh well.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In other news, we had such a busy weekend! Notre Dame had their first home game, but we had a party to go to. The babe decided to stay home and watch, he never misses a game! I took the girls with. The weather was kind of crappy, but we had fun. We were there with our Notre Dame sportswear, cheering them on! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sunday, we had just as much fun. We had a small cookout at an ex coworker's home. She has moved on too bigger and better things. The food, OMG, the food! If you're a vegetarian close your eyes!!! </span></div>
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<b>Emotional Health</b>: I'm breastfeeding and that within itself has had my emotions everywhere. I already suffer from anxiety attacks (thank to my maternal side of the family!) and they were getting worse. I'm not one to take meds and knew that the only other thing that helped me was exercising. I have my ups and downs and thankfully these days there are more ups than downs. I think it makes everyone at home much happier. </div>
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<b>Physical Health: </b>Physically, what am I doing? I have incorporated running again as you can tell from my last post. However, it's very sporadic running. I try to get at least 3 runs in a week, most times it ends up being 1 or 2. What I am doing is Body Pump 3 times a week! I love Body Pump, it makes me feel fierce! It's a one hour class that challenges all muscle groups while using light weights.<br />
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<b>Food:</b> Like almost everyone else I love food! Tacos, sushi, pizza, all a yum! Eating healthy has been hard. I need to try better!<br />
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<b>Family: </b>Both girls are keeping me busy! The little is everywhere. She recently learned how to walk (not sure why I was so excited for her to learn ;-) ) She very independent. She keeps us on our toes, as most toddlers do. Toddler, wow!, I just referred to my baby as a toddler. The big finished up summer camp. She's back in school. She is my sports child. She just completed a kids tri and is begging me to sign her up for another. Man those things get expensive. Summer swim classes just came to and end. We will be starting fall swim soon. The big is back in gymnastics.<br />
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<b>Faith:</b> It's a struggle to get to church on Sunday. Lately we have been going twice a month. I need to get back to going EVERY SUNDAY! Going to church prepares me for the week ahead. <br />
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That's a quick update on where I am at. Until next time!<br />
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Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-58278709705305179052016-02-29T09:05:00.001-08:002016-02-29T09:05:40.205-08:00Trying to Pick Up Where I Left OffYesterday was such a beautiful day. I believe we got up to the 60's here in the Midwest. After a long morning of grocery shopping and cleaning up the house my daughter begged to go for a run and stop at the park. Now, it's been such a long time since I've gone for a run. I'm thinking October, maybe November. I wasn't really looking forward to it. I'm a lot slower than I used to be. I mean much much slower. When I look at my time, it puts me down. Really 2 miles in 30 minutes! I used to be able to run a 5k in less than that. Now I didn't take into account, that the wind was 35 miles/hour, nor the fact that I was pushing a stroller that had 20lbs in it. The run was hard. I literally felt like I was going to give myself a heart attack. I know that one day I will get back to where I used to be. I shouldn't be hard on myself. It took me a long time to get to 10 minute miles, I know not fast for many runners, but fast for me. I'm going to take it one day at a time. Right now I plan on running 3x per week. Once I get back into the grove of things I'm hoping to going back to running 4 days week, with Saturdays being my long runs. Will I be running a half marathon in the near future? That's still up in the air. Hey I'm trying to run a 5k without dying.<br />
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Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492512953719316924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627244852590090277.post-43493145842960380902016-02-05T07:14:00.001-08:002016-02-05T07:14:05.734-08:00Pressing the Reset ButtonBack in June I had my second child, a girl! Although daddy wanted a boy and I said I did as well, I was more than happy to have another girl. One doctor we saw, jokingly said if we paid him well, he would switch her out for a boy. No thanks Doc!<br />
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Prior to having my second baby I lost about 70lbs. It took me almost 3 years to lose the weight, but I did it. My oldest daughter was about 5 years old and she was and still is an active little one. I could barely keep up and I knew it was because of the weight. I was unhealthy. I had anxiety attacks, at times I felt depressed. I remember looking on social media and seeing friends running and actually liking it. What?! People actually enjoy running. One of my good friends had just started running as well. We talked about running a 5k together and it was all downhill from there. I signed up at our local YMCA and started going to gym.<br />
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I was embarrassed at first. I had no confidence in myself what so ever. One thing I liked about the our local Y was that they had a treadmill, elliptical, stepper, and weights in the women's locker room. This is where I started working out. I looked up running. I found lots of blogs, many of which I read daily. I also came across the running plan, Couch to 5k. I started and restarted the Couch to 5k program. It wasn't easy, gave up many times. I changed up my meals. Tried to eat healthier, lots of fish and chicken. <br />
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Finally, in 2013, I ran my first 5k. It was a small race and it was challenging. I ran it with my friend who inspired me to start running. After completing that first 5k I had an adrenaline rush and my workouts started to get better. I added strength training. At least what I considered strength training. After about a year of not really seeing a change in my muscle tone, I started taking a class at the Y, Body Pump. I was in love. It was a whole hour of strength training, it went by fast. In 2014, I was at my lowest weight ever, 116 lbs. I went and got a health assessment done and it was perfect. First time! This was also the year I ran more first half marathon. I was in a good place.<br />
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Right after I ran that half marathon, I lost some interest in running. I wasn't excited for it! I don't know if all the training that drained me, but I needed a break. Not only did I need a break, but I had also, some point along the way injured myself. I started going to physical therapy. I was told not to run. I did therapy for most of the summer. Once I was released to run, I didn't have the desire, but I still tried. I would run a couple of miles here and there. Then in October, a few weeks before Halloween I found out I was expecting my second child. I was ecstatic! I always wanted to grow my little family<br />
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I used my pregnancy as an excuse that I could eat whatever I wanted. I ate bacon cheeseburgers with fries at least once a week, if not twice. I ate chips, sweets, whatever I could get my hands on. I had bad nausea and keeping food in my mouth was the only thing that helped. I was tired and drained all the time. Starting a new job around the same time, working until 5pm was no help. I gained weight, in the areas that are the hardest for me to lose the weight. After giving birth to my daughter I lost 20lbs of the 40 that I gained. Now, I'm stuck. My weight fluctuates between 2-5lbs. None of my clothes before pregnancy fit me.<br />
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I'm ready, I'm ready to lose the weight and be fit again. Fit physically, fit mentally. My hopes are, with this blog I will be held accountable. So here we are today, here I am writing my first post, on my journey to become fit once again.<br />
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