My inspiration was the 2009 New York Triathlon. All those people doing the unthinkable—specifically, jumping into the Hudson River. It just grossed me out. That water must be super toxic; I expected to find them glowing as they emerged from their swim.

Instead, I saw myself. Not then, not now, but soon. And I started thinking...

You see, I am not an athlete. Never have been. Most of my adult life I have been five or ten pounds away from the perfect weight. Two pregnancies sixteen months apart did not make matters any better. Hey, I love my little guys and treasure all the gifts they bestow upon me. Do I love what bringing them into the world did to my body? No, I do not!

So, I am keeping a journal of my adventure and sharing all that I learn along the way. Hey, I can even contribute some useful information. You see, I am a health coach. I already know some stuff...

Sunday, November 29, 2009




I'm going to be honest with you. Today, I am a little low on motivation. Instead of setting the alarm last night, I just went to sleep. Matt was still glued to some article he'd been reading for a while and I just passed out. I had no excuse—it's not like we even had sex.

I woke up to the happy sounds of singing coming from the kids' room. They were collaborating on a new song, the lyrics of which went something like "poop" and "butt," repeated at strategic intervals (Matt tells me that was the chorus, and not the verse).

I could have quickly cut up some melon, left it on the table and snuck out for my first, easy run. I planned on starting running again today, I sooooo looked forward to it... nope. Instead, I grabbed some granola and yogurt and sank back into the pillowy warmth.

Oh well, tomorrow is Monday, I get to try again...
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3 comments:

  1. skierzNovember 29, 2009 at 10:07 PM

    lets bet!? a little challenge that i will or will not usually is enough to get me going! cheers

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  2. SandyNovember 30, 2009 at 4:59 AM

    Done! It's 5AM, heading out to the gym...

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  3. AnonymousDecember 1, 2009 at 2:41 PM

    No sex? Next time let me know, I will even buy you a drink first.

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