Starting to move...

I went to the doctor on Monday because I felt terribly sick and was worried that little Owen may become sick too, so of course they took my blood pressure and weighed me.

The scale blinked between 170 and 171 and the nurse said, "One seventy one" and wrote it down. I don't know if she doesn't feel like most women do about weight, but come on lady, it was blinking between the two numbers, give me that pound!

So I am going to start at 170... I am 170lbs, with a current BMI of 25. I am squishy.

My goal is to be 145lbs, with a BMI of 21. I would like to be tone.

This is my simple goal - to shed 25lbs and be less squishy.

Yesterday I swam across the lake at my inlaws house. I was tired at the end of that! But I had moved on purpose and that's my goal.

Afterward I took Owen on a walk to my friend's house a mile away. So that's two miles of walking under my belt.

This morning I got up, pumped (pumping is one of the weirdest things to do for a new mom... love the invention, hate the concept... it makes you feel sort of like a cow, which is the very animal you do not want to be associated with after giving birth) fed Owen, put him under his gym thingy, walked back in the bedroom and told Brandon (my husband) I was going to go for a run. Who knows what inspired this insane idea, but it was on this run that I was inspired to blog, so maybe it was a good thing.

I knew I wouldn't be out for long, I knew I'd be home before Brandon had to leave for work, because let's face it, I haven't run in over a year probably, and I was about to use muscles that had gone into hibernation.

I got my old running shoes on (I haven't felt the need to buy new ones yet, because I wonder if I will really keep running... I know that you need good running shoes to run well... I ran cross country for 7 years and coached it for 3... but they are expensive!) squeezed an old sports bra over my nursing tank... My boobs are huge (let's be honest) and I am not used to running with huge boobs, so I had to contain them. I also squeezed into some spandex to put under my shorts... to prevent chaffing. Because you know that's going to happen with the gorgeous thighs pregnancy gifted me with!

And then I walked out the door and just started running. Oh my goodness. I felt so weird. I was moving at a snail's pace, but kept telling myself that you have to start somewhere. I ran around the block. Maybe a little over a half mile. I stopped once to walk and catch my breath and then continued on. It wasn't much. I was gone for all of 10 minutes, but I moved on purpose!

And so my journey begins...