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One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do was leave my bed this morning. I mean really, just look at it.
First world problem, I know. Saturday night involved a bit to many drinks and turns out, the closer you get to 30 the harder it is to hang. I seriously spent all day Sunday sweating. Gross. Anyways, I’m tired, and have been working, and being a mom, and I’ve abandoned this blog. Sometime soon I’ll be getting on the gym bandwagon and that will give me something new to write about because right now everything is just sort of redundant.
Friday morning. It’s the thing dreams are made of. This weekend I’m releasing the parenting reins for a bit. Don’t get me wrong. I love having the kids at home and I am SO thankful that I get them six nights a week, occasionally five. This morning as I am getting the kids and myself ready, I loaded up the pack and play, the stroller, the diaper bag, and all of the essentials because my Mom is picking them up from Katie’s house and they’re having a slumber party at my sisters. Then tomorrow their Dad is picking them up and keeping them until I get off work Monday. Naturally, I was bound to forget something. Dipes, wipes, bottle, sippy cup, panties, pajamas, stroller, pack and play. Check.
Carseats. I forgot to leave the carseats at Katie’s. Couldn’t have been something easily attained at CVS. Nooooo. It had to be the one thing that will require me driving across town to pick up the kids after work, and then driving BACK across town (even further this time) to drop them off for their slumber party, at what I can only presume will be bedtime.
It sounds bad, and it sounds like I’m complaining. But let’s be real people…THREE nights where I only have to put myself to bed. And THREE mornings where I only have to remember to put MY pants on. Any chance to be home alone and not have to hide in the pantry to sneak myself candy is a win. It’s a price I guess, but it’s certainly within my budget.
As somebody who once made it a point to run at least one 5k per month, let me just tell you starting over is a bitch. After spending the last year being pregnant, having said baby, and becoming one of the laziest people I know, I’m getting back on the wagon. The running wagon, that is. Fuck I wish there really was a wagon. You know, that I could ride in…
See..lazy I tell you…
Starting over isn’t fun. Things burn, things jiggle, and there is a lot of disappointment in myself. The scale has been pretty friendly, but my distance is suffering horribly. My first run, I barely made it over a half mile. My second run, I paced myself, and made it about 1 mile exactly. Third run, made it about 1.4 miles. And now I’m working on 2 miles. I honestly don’t think I’ll be truly satisfied with myself until I can run a solid 3. I am happy at the progress I’ve made and the determination I have, that is honestly stronger than it has been in a long time. Along with running, I’ve been doing abs, arms, and some pilates type moves to just help myself get lean again.
Did I mention I picked the worst time ever to start running? Our days are 110F+ and our nights don’t dip below 100F. I stick to night time, when at least the sun is down. If I didn’t care what my living room looked like, I’d plop a treadmill right in front of the TV and run in the air conditioning! At least my dog keeps up with me outside!
How have all my readers been? What are you guys doing to stay fit this summer? Any good recipes? I have a chickpea cookie dough recipe I’ll be sharing soon.