One Eight Oh!

After a busy and partially-relaxing Holiday break, I headed back to school to continue corrupting shaping the minds of our youth. On Wednesday (my first day back with kids), I woke early and got ready for my day. As I donned a pair of my "school pants" for the first time in a couple weeks...I noticed some snugness that wasn't there before. I stepped on the scale to tally the damage. It read 180. That means that in the 1.5 months since I quit nursing, I have managed to gain 14 pounds. I wasn't that surprised. I haven't been active and also haven't curbed my eating in any way. If anything, I have eaten worse over the Holidays (which seems to be a normal occurrence for me).


I didn't make any New Year's resolutions (read: I am still not ready to stop eating like crap and not caring), but I knew that something needed to change. I went on a run yesterday (2.5 miles...25 minutes...felt great!) and decided that I just need to buck up and get it under control. No promises. No resolutions. No Bells and Whistles. Just bringing balance back into my life and getting my weight and fitness under control. I came home from my run and B and I went out for a "last fling" at Oskar Blues. The hot wings were great, the sweet potato fries were delicious, and the cheesy mac was just over the top. I am not a huge fan of the whole "eat like crap before buckling down and dieting" thing, but I felt like I needed one last hurrah (sp?) in order to focus my efforts.


It's funny, normally I roll out with these grandiose plans on New Year's and go hard core for a while. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Most of the time it doesn't. I want 2012 to be a great year. I want RAGBRAI to be a week of off-the-chain fun where I feel physically confident in my ability to finish the ride. I want to finally pay back the mountain and make it up Pikes Peak. However, I know that the ability to do this is not going to lie in a challenge or cold-turkey-resolution, it's going rely on my commitment to recovering from the tornado of working parenthood and carving out some energy to start the ball rolling in the right direction. It is going to have to be about being fit because it feels good to be fit.


So, here's to my first week of clean eating, better choices, and some activity.


Apparently, Sprocket is upset by my scale reading as well...

Yes, those are John Deere Overalls...with non-matching socks. That's how we roll.