Feeling better

I have been neglectful to my brand new blog because come to find out the other day I have a sinus infection, an ear infection, and a perforated ear drum! Fun stuff! I am starting feel much better since the antibiotics are doing their thing.
I have had a pretty cool week, I have managed to still exercise 4 days last week despite feeling under the weather. I had 2 softball games this past weekend. I play 2nd base for my church's coed slow pitch league. On Friday, we played against a team that had a terrible disposition and made the entire game aggravating. Not to mention the fact that while on 2nd base I was plowed over by an enormous man, which come to find out was really and truly a linebacker for a local football team here. He was one of the few people with decency and he came and apologized and shook my hand and asked if I was ok. Meanwhile, the rest of his team was more concerned with the fact of whether or not he should have scored a run. We lost that game by 1 run in the last inning. We had much more fun on Saturday. The game was at 9 am and I felt like I had been hit by a truck, I rolled out of bed and went anyways. It was a good game! We went into extra innings and won by 1 run! My wonderful husband had been substituting for one of the guys on 1st base while I played 2nd! He ended up scoring the winning run for our team! I'm so proud!

Torture

OK! So, for the past 3 days I have been determined to do something about my physical appearance. I have 50 pounds to lose that I cannot blame on my 4 month old anymore. I was this same weight before I got pregnant with him, so it's time to do something. I have started walking/running 2 miles a day. The first day I started out with my 7 year old on his bike and I walked at a comfortable pace while he rode ahead of me and then waited for me to catch up. After 3 laps around my neighborhood with a few spurts of jogging, I was winded but still ok. I came inside the house to stretch and cool down and thought I had done well and felt somewhat accomplished until I realized it took me an hour to complete 2 miles. I think turtles move faster. snails possibly. My husband so graciously informed me that the Army standards only allow 32 minutes for a female to complete the 2 mile walk for those on a profile. Great, so I was going to have to push a little harder. OK, doesn't sound too bad does it? Whatever! I started out at a more brisk pace with the stroller while my husband lagged behind with Shane on his bike. I wasn't 3/4 of the way around the 1st loop when my legs felt like they were going to spontaneously combust! My wonderful hubby took the stroller which seemed to help. I was only able to complete the 2nd loop based on the fact that my legs had gone completely numb from the pain! When I wanted to quit, I didn't, I decided to rest briefly by allowing my children to play at the little park down the street (which only made this trip longer by a 1/4 mile) We then finished the last lap barely before dark. When we came inside I calculated that it only took 45 minutes! Small improvement, great pain today! So I find my only comfort in my husband's motto of "pain is weakness leaving the body" Why can't we just lose weight without doing anything? I want a diet and exercise plan that allows me to sit on my butt and eat whatever I want and get back into my pre-children clothes. Is that really so much to ask?

There's a first time for everything!

Well, its official. My first blogging experience. I finally jumped on the bandwagon. I have enjoyed reading my friend's blogs, so I have decided to start one myself. I told one of my dearest friends (who may very well be the only person who will ever read this) that I didn't think I should start a blog, I am really not all that interesting. I do, however, experience some pretty funny things at times and here is one way to catalog all the nonsense. It's also nice to be able to catch up with what is going on with your friends' lives at midnight when you can't sleep, for no apparent reason whatsoever. This happens to me frequently. I get insomnia for weeks or months it seems and then randomly I return to normal hours. It just started back up again, ironically right when my almost 4 month old started sleeping through the night. My body seems to be rejecting the idea of uninterrupted slumber. So I'm sure you have guessed by now that I am not pleasant in the morning hours. My children and husband are very much morning people, with the exception of my oldest, Taylor. Shane, my middle child in every meaning of the term, does not seem to be affected by my lack of coherence at the crack of dawn when he comes in and demands his breakfast (usually waffles.) He is too cute to resist though. With my husband on leave this week, I will be thoroughly enjoying some extra zz's for the next few days. Good night, Sleep Tight, Don't Let the Bed Bugs Bite!