Day One is in the books

CAUTION, ADULT LANGUAGE

Holy fucking shit!  I did Day 1 of the C25K challenge last night.  Okay, so, I knew it wasn't going to be easy.  I had no delusions that I'd head outside and breeze right through the challenge.  However, I wasn't prepared for how hard it actually was.

It starts with a brisk, five minute, warm-up walk.  No problem.  I take brisk walks almost every day.  Feeling pretty good, almost cocky, I did the warm-up.  Then, the voice comes on my iPhone and says "Start running."  Well, okay, I start to jog.  Mother of God!  I couldn't even make it the 60 seconds.  I did ok, I think I got 50-55ish seconds before the was gasping for air.  The bitch finally said "Start walking."  Well, I already was.  This continued for 20 more minutes.  Walk, run, walk, run.....

I wasn't able to run each time that dirty whore told me to.  And, when I did, I wasn't able to run the whole 60 seconds.  I even cursed my co-worker's name because he tried the C25K training last year but stopped because of pain in his foot.  Well, my fucking foot hurt and I swore that I'd rather cut it off then admit to him that I had foot pain.  Damnit!  I was so mad.

Pushing on; run, walk, run, walk....Christ, when is this ever going to stop!!!  Then the bitch says "One minute left."  Woooooo-hooooooo!!  I actually cheered while walking!!  After the minute, she said "You can now start your cool down."  Well, ok, I start slowly walking, making my laps smaller and smaller, thinking I can just head into the house.  Not so fast, fatty-fatty boo-ba-latty.  That cool down is another five minutes!  Will it ever end??????

When I got to the point when I didn't think I could do it anymore, I looked at my phone and saw that I was on my last minute!  My smile slowly returned to my face.  By the time I got back to the front door, that slutbag said, "Congratulations, your work out is complete!"  Praise the lord!!

I went inside and collapsed on the couch.  I didn't think I'd be able to get off the couch and make the walk to the third floor to my bedroom, but I did.  It was painful, I'm not gonna lie, but I did it.  And I'll do it again today!

Let me just list a few accomplishments I'm proud of during this journey:

1.  Lose 10 pounds

2.  Stop drinking soda - Nine weeks now!

3.  Eat healthier - I haven't been able to completely give up junk yet, but I'm on my way.  I don't eat everything in site anymore!

4.  Exercise at least 3 times a week

5.  Stop eating white bread/rice

Next up on my journey:

1.  Add upper body work out to the C25K training next week

2.  Stop eating pasta - OHMYGOD!!!!  This is so hard.  Every time I say I'm going to stop, I have to have one more pasta dish.  Just one more!  Shit, I sound like a drug addict.  Pasta is my kryptonite!

I'm proud of the progress I've made.  The end game is my health and happiness.  I sure hope that by this time next year, I will have either run in my first 5K already or I'll be preparing to run in my first one.  Fingers crossed!!!!!

Trying something new

Well, I've been steadily working out and eating better for 75 days now.  I'm now 8 weeks soda free.  I've lost 15.6 pounds.  I've had some setbacks, namely, I gained 5 pounds for no reason.  I was working out everyday, sometimes twice a day, and eating healthier foods.  Well, that 5 pounds is gone and I've lost 15.6 pounds.  I feel better and I feel like I look better.  I don't know, maybe, possibly.  Who knows?

As you may or may not know, I live with my parents.  I know, what a loser!  I'm 35 years old and I live with my parents with my 5 year old son.  Pathetic, right?  Well, for me it's not, so fuck off.  I know I wouldn't be able to afford to live on my own.  I don't get child support from my son's father.  Plus, the support from my family (both of my parents, my sister, my nephew, and my grandmother) is amazing.  I mean, for example, my son has had several seizures where we've had to call 911 and he's had to ride to the hospital in an ambulance.  Well, without my family, I don't know how I would've made it through those times.  I panic in emergency situations and I couldn't even talk to the 911 operator.

Anyway, my family lives in a large home.  My son and nephew were sharing a bedroom and I had my own bedroom.  Well, this weekend, my son and I will be moving to the third floor and sharing a bedroom.  It's a huge room, the entire length and width of the house.  I'm really excited about the move because it'll give me a little more privacy (even though I'm sharing a room, but I'll get to that in a minute) and a lot more room.  I'm going to make a clear divider in the room until we get an actual room divider.  I've been obsessing about the room all week.  I've been taking decorations down and moving things around, to get ready.  I don't know why, but I really am excited about this!

Things seem to be on an upswing for me, after a pretty rough winter.  I was really sick for a while just before Thanksgiving, I had bronchitis.  Then my son got sick and was eventually hospitalized.  Then I had several issues with my car that cost a lot of money.  Just not a great winter.  However, now it seems like everything is settling down.  I'm still catching up from the car issues and Christmas and my son's birthday.

On the positive side, my sister and I are taking our sons to Disney World in June!!!  It'll be our second trip in as many years and we're so excited.  We're staying at a Disney resort (a first) and staying for 8 days!!!  We've been obsessively planning for months now, trying to get every detail perfect.  I really don't know who is more excited, me or the kids??

So, back to the reason I brought you here today.  I've decided to start the Couch to 5K (C25K) training program.  http://www.c25k.com/  I'm sure it'll be really slow for me, I'm already planning on repeating the first few weeks.  My end goal is to run in a 5K by October 31.  I don't know how reasonable that is and I'll adjust it, if I need to.  I've NEVER run before.  Ever.  I'm very scared and I know I'll just be doing it at the house first.  Hopefully, I'll be able to start getting out on trails and tracks after that.  I just want to lose weight and be healthy.  I want to dance at my son's wedding, embarrass him at sporting events, hold my grandchildren.  Is that too much to ask?

Here's to a step in the right direction!!!