It's Official...

A couple weeks ago I had my annual GYN appointment & was weighed for the first time in about 6 months.  When I told Joey the number that appeared on that digital scale he assured me that it was broken.  Just 2 weeks later I went to my primary doc for strep throat & his scale, unfortunately, said the same number.  Ok, this was a reality that I didn't want to hit me.

Let me take you back--Jamison was born in Nov 2007 and in February 2008 I started working out with a personal trainer 2-3 times a week.  I didn't lose alot of weight but I was proud to wear a tank top.  In October of 2008 I walked my first Breast Cancer 3Day--60 miles of walking over 3 days.  Just weeks later we found out the cancer was back.  Over the course of 2009 I had 2 big surgeries that resulted in many pounds lost just because I couldn't eat for days at a time.  When 2010 came around I was ready to get back into a workout routine.  Instead this was my year...

January=workout routine begins...
February=outpatient surgery with 6 weeks of restricted lifting & colonoscopy
March=emergency room trip for kidney stones with 3+ weeks of vicodin & procedures to help pass the 7mm stone
April=Joey on tour--let me tell you that working out with Jamison in the house alone with me is as productive as spelling out an SOS on a deserted beach with extra strands of my own hair and oh yeah, I fell down the steps the first week he was gone and messed up my foot.
May=outpatient surgery with 6 weeks restricted lifting & xray/MRI to see why my foot isn't getting better
June=restricted from walking on foot because of bruised bone
July=vacation/SOME working out
August=convention/SOME working out
September=outpatient surgery with 6 weeks restricted lifting
October=Joey on tour
November=walked 60 miles in San Diego
December=Christmas

So, to some, this may look like a list of excuses.  And I will admit that YES, that's exactly what it is.  I will make every excuse not to exercise because I have to be doing it long enough to feel like I'm getting results before I start to enjoy it and WANT to do it.  I don't like it. 

So, this brings me back to the last doc appointment last week and the number on the scale.  I came home and caught a glimpse of my backside in the mirror while getting ready for my shower.  I immediately apologized to my husband.  And made a decision.  I have been pretty good in 2011 about working out 2-3 times a week here at home.  And I can already get through a workout and know I'm not laboring as much as I did 6 weeks ago--this is a good thing for me & my motivation.  But I decided to take it a bit further.  My surgeries are over--done, gone, complete!  YAY!  SO, I got an email for a Cancer to 5K program for young adult survivors.  And I signed up.  I am in NO way a runner.  I was consistently the VERY LAST girl in gym class in high school to finish the mile run every year & I'd rather walk 20 miles a day, 3 days in a row than to take it to a jog....but now I'm officially part of the team. 

I'm nervous & excited & just a weeny bit wigged out by all of it.  But there is a personal coach who will provide training and support for 12 weeks--until the dreaded day of the June 5 at the Capital Crescent 5K in Bethesda.  My sweet, supportive and in-much-better-shape hubby has even offered to join me in the run in June.  I've walked 60 miles in 3 days--3 times.  I think my feet will be ready for it....someone just needs to have a talk with the rest of my body!  Oy! 

So, I'll keep you posted as the training begins in just 2 weeks...wish me luck!