Zen and the Art of Motherhood

I know, I know.  I have been a bad bloggy friend.  I'm just having a hard time getting back into the swing of things after my little "break."  If I haven't come a commenting lately, once again bear with me.  I'm just a little slow on the uptake these days.

And no, I wasn't committed (yeah, you were thinking it, admit it).  I was truly hanging out at home, sans the straight jacket or padded walls.

Then again, this week was kind of crazy.  After all that yummy food, fruitcake and downtime, getting back to the grind was downright brutal.  Monday the hubby went back to work, by Wednesday I had all the kids back at school and by Friday I was ready to lose it.  Come to think of it, I DID lose it.  Whoopsie.

With everyone back into their respective routines, I once again found myself with some time to think.  And that's never a good thing.  'Cuz this week I started thinking about all those things that I wasn't happy with.  That alone sent me into a tizzy, me because I kept losing my list.  Told you I was slow.

Seriously though, one thing keeps nagging at me.  Because 2009 was a tough year, I had to let some things go.  Unfortunately that shedding process took a toll, because I prioritized eating properly and exercising right out of my life.  As a result, I am now the heaviest I've ever been in my entire life.

And that sucks.  I live in Colorado for God's sake.  THE most outdoorsy, healthiest state in the country.  While I was never what one would call skinny, I was always healthy.  I'd ski and hike and bike and run.  I would do spin and aerobics.  I could even keep up with the kids.

But now....

I'm pretty pathetic.  I feel like an geriatric 40 something.  My joints ache.  I can't make it up a flight of stairs without huffing and puffing.  I make tons of Old Lady noises.  And I have one big, fat muffin top.

So, I've made a decision.

Its time to get off my ever-growing bottom and do something about it.  I'd like to thank Kathy at Strawberry Seeds to introducing me to Couch-to-5K. It means I'll have to drag my carcass off the couch and train for a real, live 5K run.  It may be the last thing I do, but I'm going to attempt to run the Bolder Boulder this year.  Its a 10K, but what the hell -- 5K, 10K, what's the difference, right?

I also came by some inspiration from Elastic Waistbands and Comfortable Shoes.  She turned me on to Lose It Bitches.  The name alone will have me coming back, let alone the weight loss support.  Thanks for the encouragement.

Now, I know me.  Remember all those good intentions last year?  So I figured if I publicized this here, all of you out there wouldn't let me get away with blowing it off come March or April.

Right now I'm gonna need my rest.  Then I start...tomorrow.

                                          Keeping Calm (in theory),