Motivation. Found.

I just returned from a beautiful weekend in Knoxville. It was the regional rugby all star tournament, and since I not only manage the local side but also the regional side I was in attendance. A Saturday filled will tip-top, in-shape athletes will knock reality clear into view. My "I-have-to-climb-a-mountain-in-June" motivation just turned into "I-have-to-climb-a-mountain-in-June-with-superior-athletes-and-I-will-not-be-the-fatass-that-can't-keep-up" motivation. So there it is. The thing is, I'm not sure who was doing the most judging. . . me or them. Either way, it's on.

On that note, the healthier eating isn't going so well. I'm sure the fact that money is tight and good groceries are luxury at the moment isn't helping. The cold weather and comfort food might be playing a negative role as well. Either way, I'm out there hitting the pavement. Walking one mile a day will soon be two. My joints hurt from carrying around all this extra. . . . . . insulation.

Have I mentioned that I have never felt more unworthy than I did at this tournament?? Not in high school, not in the sorority, not around these snotty overseas rugby players. I wanted to start running right then; run home from Knoxville.

I'm home now (I drove. All. 12. hours) and still as motivated.

Until next time,

Okay, change of plans

So I suck at blogging. Strike that. (I would myself, but can't figure out how) I suck at making time to blog.

However, I had this epiphany in the shower tonight. This blog just acquired a purpose: to follow my adventures as I go off and find my way. But first, this bitch has about 50 lbs to drop. Yes, I said fifty pounds. Can't very well go off and change the world if I need a break after the first flight of stairs. Remember I said this epiphany came in the shower?? It started in the bath. . . when I had to roll the fat on my thighs around in order to reach all that needed shaving. That was the last straw. So this is my "Julie & Julia" experiment or my Jennsylvania.

I ate a 13.8 ounces of Tootsie Roll Midgets in the past two days. I hate Halloween candy. But I did do 12 minutes of indoor cycling, that was until my 2.5 yr old nephew demanded my full and absolute attention. I never finished the goal of one half-hour. Hmph. That will be tomorrow's goal: 30 minutes before the toddler awakes.

Well here we are. And away we go!