Sunday, September 15, 2013

By Small Means

This time last year, my youngest daughter was 3 months old and I was in the middle of the Couch to 5k running program, which I started to lose some pregnancy weight. I remember feeling elated at being able to jog for more than a minute, then at being able to jog a full mile (something I rarely even did when I pole vaulted in high school). I ran my first race, a Santa Run 5k, in December 2012. My husband ran it with me and managed to encourage me to complete it in just under 35 minutes, definitely my fastest time ever.

Since then, I've jogged off and on, but never with the same consistency and diligence as I did when I was working toward a race I had already paid for and committed to running. I joined some friends for a Freedom Run 5k this past April, then did a Color Me Rad 5k with some other friends in June. I enjoyed the Color Me Rad a lot, because it was just a fun atmosphere, and it actually helped me forget that I don't like running. Or rather, it helped me realize that maybe I could learn to enjoy it. I had so much fun, I signed up to do another Color Me Rad 5k this month (it's now in 13 days). 

About 7 weeks ago, I saw that one of my friends was going to run a half-marathon. At the beginning of the year, I set a goal to run a 10k by June (my daughter's birthday). It didn't happen, and I kind of felt disappointed, even though I had run the other two 5k's. I have also thought about how I would love to work up to longer races. So I started a 14-week training program just to see if I could actually do it. At the end of the third week, I ran my first 4-mile run. I didn't die, so I decided to go ahead and sign up for the race. I've now done my longest run of 7 miles (well, jogging with some walking thrown in there), which took me about 1 hour and 35 minutes. I'm far from fast, but I think it's more important for me to focus on actually going the distance before I worry too much about speed. I'm excited, and nervous, a little bit frightened, and incredibly proud of myself. 

It's hard to believe how far I've come in just a year. On the other hand, I regret how many opportunities I have wasted to improve and strengthen myself. I have managed to lose some weight -- about 20 pounds, but I gained 10 back over the summer. I have not made nearly as much progress in the last 8 months as I should have though, and mostly because I'll be good for a day or two, then fall back on my terribly unhealthy eating habits and do more harm than I did good. Fortunately I can still squeeze into my "skinny" pants (size 14, down from size 18 that I was wearing when my daughter was born last year), so I think some of the weight gain might actually be from building muscle.

I know I need to combine healthy eating with exercising if I truly want to earn a healthy body. It's not just about losing weight any more -- I realize that I am in better shape now than I was in high school, even though I weigh significantly more. I may have been skinny as a teenager, but I wasn't strong. And now I may be a little heavier than I'd like to be, but I am growing stronger. 

It is a long process. It is a slow process. It is a gradual process. I cannot undo years of bad habits overnight. And I admit, I get overwhelmed and discouraged when I don't see results right away. So I have decided to track my progress, and record my transformation from a sort-of-getting-fit-but-still-far-from-my-goals woman into the woman I want to be -- a woman who sets a good example to her children and to others about how to live a healthy life.

So what do I want? I want to be able to run a half-marathon (well, complete a half-marathon, even if I have to walk quite a bit of it). I want to fit into the clothes I wore when I met my husband five and a half years ago (I was a little bit overweight even then, so I'm sure I can fit in them even though I've had three kids). I want to be in my optimum weight range of 120-130 pounds. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin. I want to feel strong and healthy. I want to have energy. I want to crave healthy food. I want to inspire others to take the journey to health with me.

On September 15th, 2014, I want to take a look at the past year and be proud of the progress I have made and the changes I have implemented. The year will pass no matter what I do. I can become overwhelmed and give up, or I can take life one day at a time. I can take each day one decision at a time -- and choose to be healthy. I know I will mess up. I know I will have days where I feel like giving up. I know I will feel discouraged at times. But if I forgive myself and make the right decision the next time, I will still be able to make incredible changes. 

I am so excited to record the transformation I will be making over the next year. I won't see a change tomorrow. I won't see a change next week. But I hope by next month I will start to notice a difference in my body. And surely after an entire year, the difference will be easy to see. I can do it, I can make it. Great feats are accomplished by small means. One day at a time, one choice at a time.

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