Where to begin?
Growing up, I was not active. I walked a lot, but that was out of necessity rather than enjoyment. I was horrible at sports and I preferred to read. I excelled at school and I had no desire to become an athletic person. Fast forward to right after high school graduation. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I found myself with few options. I enlisted in the Army just a few months after graduating and was shipped off to Basic Training in Ft. Leonard Wood, MO on October 27, 2004.
You can read about my very first injury and how it changed my life. I finished my military training and was sent to Ft. Lewis, WA in April 2005. I met my husband on July 22, 2005. I was being transferred to a new unit, which is really the only reason that date is so ingrained in my mind, though my reaction to him is still pretty fresh in my mind. We tried dating in November 2006, but he was scheduled to deploy and I was an idiotic 20 year old who couldn't make up her mind. We separated for a while, his deployment order were canceled, and we gave it another try on May 4, 2007. By my birthday at the end of the month (May 26th), we knew we wanted to get married. It's funny, but I really don't remember the date he proposed, though I do know that it was at the same place we had our very first date.
We got married on September 2, 2007. I left the military on February 29, 2008. I opted out under a Pregnancy Discharge. I had my daughter on April 11, 2008 and it was truly the happiest day of my life. Twelve days later, on April 23, 2008, my husband left for his first overseas tour. I had gained a lot weight while pregnant and I spent a few years just being heavy. I eventually lost the weight and kept it off for a couple years, but it slowly crept back on.
I started running again in an attempt to lose the weight. I had started running and walking while in the Army as a stress reliever and I wanted to be healthy again. I'm taking things slower and smarter this time around. I started out in the beginning of October 2016 at 198 lbs. As of early November, I'm down to 189 and I've been running pain free(!) for over a month. This is an emotional journey for me and every small milestone I hit brings on the tears. I'm not an emotional person (I've been referred to frequently as a cold and heartless person), but this recent progress in my fitness and health has really been hitting me.
I run while it's dark, because that's really the most convenient time. I'm not a morning person (at all), but I find that getting up earlier means that by the time my family is waking up, I'm already awake enough to not be such a horrible person. I really don't mean to, but no matter how many years I do it, waking up early just makes me a mean person. It's also the time of day that least impacts my family. I work full time outside the home. I have an 8-year old daughter, a husband, two dogs, two older step kids (20 & 22) and the oldest recently (June 2016) made my husband a grandfather. We're frequently doing home improvements (we live in an older home, built in the mid-1950s) and those early, dark mornings are really the only time of day that no one else is asking for my time. It's MY time and it really makes me a better person to be around later one.
I started this blog as a way to be a more active part of a community that has really helped me and encouraged me to get out there and get healthy again. I just want to help even one person the way that so many have helped me.
There is so much more I want to share and I'm sure I'll change things up as time goes on. Thank you for coming by my blog and I hope that you are living your life in a way that makes you happy and healthy too.
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