Change is Difficult

I wish I would have started this blog when I started exercising, but it's too late for that. Instead I hope you'll join along in this journey. I hope it inspires and motivates you and you will encourage and motivate me as well.
 
Change is incredibly difficult.

Usually when I get an idea to exercise it lasts about 1 week - if that! I get discouraged, binge, and feel sorry for myself. I finally decided that struggling with trying to conceive a child meant I should at least do everything I can to get healthy. We've been trying for over two years with no luck and it finally hit me.


Maybe getting healthy for a baby was enough motivation. Maybe I was just sick of not being who I really was anymore. Either way, I finally committed to changing.

I asked my best friend Melissa to help me. She promised to bang on my door at 6 am every morning and not leave until I got my butt out of bed and exercised with her. I had no idea this first tough week of exercise would lead the way to finding the happier me I had long forgotten about.

We started our exercise journey on Aug 5th. We are now almost done with week 9! This has been HARD! It is FRUSTRATING to wake up early everyday and exercise. It has been EMOTIONAL! Yes- we have had our ups and downs and our journey is not over.

Last weekend we both met one of our goals. We raced as walkers in our very first 10k, The Best Dam Run. We placed 10th and 11th out of 76!!! As silly as it is, I started to cry when I came up to the finish and saw my husbands beaming face. The combination of success, pushing myself past my comfort and pride was very overwhelming. I am SO SO proud of Melissa. She kept me motivated when I was ready to give up.

Nearing the end of week 9- I am happy to say that I have lost a total of 18 pounds. My goal is to lose 30. I'm over halfway there. There's no way I could do this without the support of Melissa, my husband and all my friends and family that cheer me on everyday.

 

Week 1 is on the left and Week 9 is on the right. 

I have learned a lot about myself in these past 9 weeks and it's been an amazing experience. I have learned that my body is capable of doing things I never thought I could do before. I have learned that I have an extra person in my head that tells me I can't do it and I have to fight back through out the day, everyday. I have never felt more beautiful, confident, happy, or myself. I have discovered that I love being me.

Before I end this post I would like to leave you with this...

It is up to you to take control of you!