Getting Healthy

I'm getting healthy. I'm blogging it because I'm owning up to it.

That's right. This is what I feel like....


This is what I use to feel like...oh I miss my bagel.


And getting healthy means getting healthy outside and in. Making better use of my time...as I blog...but in all seriousness, being better.

CAUSE
this is my reward.
PARADISE!!!!!
and I want to feel good when I get there.

Healthy, here I come....I'm going to report back on myself every week. and no more half marathons, sorry ladies, this jelly donut/miss my bagel and my good GI tract, is RETIRED....but I will still run, just not that far. So, through this blog, I'm going to own up big time.
no more secret stashes...is the freezer a secret?
no more trips to yogurtland...tear.
no more cheese.....depression.
but i will have a cheat day and it will have to be sunday because then I can't sneak off to yogurtland.

ugh.
BUT a good Ugh.

5 months

After 3 blowouts in one day we decided to try rice cereal. it was a disaster but so fun to watch her face as we tried to shove rice cereal in her mouth only to have it ooze back out at us. The best was the sneeze, we saw it coming, we did and we still watched rice fly at us like nobody's business.

we love our little bug. she is growing up too fast and the days keep going faster and faster now that I'm back to work.

Really? Why? Not sure. Again? Nope. Never.

That is the conversation I had with myself this week.
I accepted to run with some cute moms of our ward and do a half marathon......
earlier the week started out with a trip to the long beach aquarium which was a blast. Carly slept the whole time, she just got her shots, but we had a blast.
she is 90% in height and 75% in weight
our little rollie pollie.

then i got sick on wednesday. garlic?? what is wrong with me that I can't eat garlic anymore, it made me sick for two days. and then the big run came on saturday. I was fine until I stopped running and then I couldn't move and i spent the rest of the day next to my bathroom. gross.

after that momentous occasion, the run, not the bathroom....I have decided to never do that to my body again. 2-5 miles, okay, but really, 13.1 miles? no, i love my GI tract way to much to put it through that again. me and the GI have never been so happy...until that fateful day along the long beach marina. needless to say, my parents came and cheered me on and grandma rosell watched C so I could do it.

but the week ended with me recovering and turning the big 29. i'm old, I still feel like I should be 16 and invincible. i have to say that i really enjoyed my birthday. i got a long nap, a great meal, and was loved and surrounded by all my family...minus a few.....you know who you are slackers! jk.

now, back to work I go.
i'm going to cry so hard next sunday when i have to open that laptop.