I WORK OUT!!!

I'm tired of being fat. About a week and a half ago, I was perusing through my Instagram feed that I hadn't seen in a week, and caught sight of a pic of my cousin. I grew up with this cousin. She's an adult now; she has a daughter of her own and is establishing her life. I remember when she was the bratty younger cousin that always wanted the pink stuff, and how I had to give it up because I was older. I love her dearly...and sometimes it hurts to see how amazing she looks, because of how frumpy I look. That night my mood broke. I'd had a great weekend, but when I looked up from a gorgeous picture of my cousin to the mirror image of me....it was all I could do to hold off the tears. Then J decided to do some exercise with Husband and I decided to join. Husband was all for it and attempted to help, but when I couldn't even do 3 situps without struggling, the dam broke. I cried for ages, and poor Husband, not even knowing what had me so upset, just laid there with me, rubbing my back, while little J kept looking down at me and saying, "What'sa matter, Mama?" I couldn't answer, because I knew the anger I felt at myself would overflow and be misdirected to them, and furthermore, I couldn't stop crying long enough to speak anyways.

That was the beginning. Every day since then, Sunday excepted, I have either done cardio or muscle failure. I have plantar fasciitis, possibly a shin splint on the other leg, and I think I broke my toe yesterday, but I refuse to let that slow me down. I lay down at night and think about working out the next day. I have begun to consider lifting weights. Training to run. Ways to leave my son at home while I walk/run so that it is less taxing on me, therefore enabling me to run further or easier. I'm tired of being fat.

Things are changing in my world. I'm very excited for them, and I can't wait to invite you on my journey. A few things about my special considerations.

Plantar fasciitis: It's another name for heel spurs. When I wake up sometimes, my heels hurt so bad I can barely walk on them. It got worse as my exercise got more intense. Yesterday, I found a compression sock at Dick's Sporting Goods especially for that purpose, which is the black thing you see in the picture.

Broken toe (?): I have no idea if it is broken. I stubbed my toe, literally, on the side of J's foot, when he was underfoot while I got his reward for going on the potty. It's a lovely purple shade and bending it hurts. I still managed to plank and do pushups last night though. Score one for determination.

Shin splint (?): Again, I have no idea if this is what is is, but my right shin hurts when I walk. Again, score one for determination; I ran this morning. Not far, because I am VERY out of shape and I hate running, but I did run.

Supplementation: I have hypothyroidism, which means my metabolism is all messed up, and it's worse when you factor in missed meals, something I have a tendency to do, I've begun replacing certain meals with protein shakes, and as I have a supply of it, my protein powder of choice is ProFit, by It Works! Global. Same peeps that produce my lovely Greens. If I'm wanting a more elegant shake, I use vanilla, because the flavor is masked a bit better. If I'm wanting a quick one, I make a chocolate one with milk, because then it's like a weird chocolate milk that I can quick shake and chug. Either way, it works and then I'm usually good to the next meal.

If you're starting to work out, tell me about your experiences, your goals, and your progress. When we come alongside each other, we're more likely to succeed!