What A Difference...

A year can make.

On my 33rd birthday (last year) I wished for two things.  First and foremost, I wished for my mom to get through breast cancer and be declared cancer-free, as soon as humanly possible, and with as little amount of pain as possible.  Not too long after my birthday she was, in fact, declared in remission, and we will celebrate that anniversary very soon, thank God.

My second wish was for me.  I wished that I would finally get back on track with taking better care of myself.  I wanted to get back to working out, I wanted to lose weight, I wanted to feel better again.  I felt so run down all the time, most evenings after a long day at work, then all the things you have to get done when you get home, when my girls would want me to run around and chase them, or get down on the floor and play with them, etc...I felt too tired.  I hated that, hated that at 33 I felt like I couldn't keep up with them, and decided I was the only one that could change it.  So, a couple weeks after my 33rd birthday, I joined a gym and started working out, for the first time in seven years. 

It was hard, the results did not come right away, as a matter of fact, it took months before I started seeing changes.  It was discouraging, it was disappointing to have it become so obvious to myself how much I had let myself go, but I kept going, kept pushing.  The only result I did see right away was the one that meant the most to me.  I no longer felt run down all the time, I no longer wanted to tell my girls I was too tired to chase them around.  I decided even if I didn't lose weight and look better, that was enough for me, because I want to be there for them more than anything.  And then, it finally started to happen, slowly, but surely, I started to lose weight, and inches.  I took up running in May, and then it started happening even faster. 

In this whole process I've had great support from friends and family.  Nathan has been great about me needing to head to the gym or out for a run, my dad and sister run with me from time to time, my mom is my own personal cheerleader, and my friends (all of which run as well) are like one huge support group of moms who know that it is hard to drag your butt off the couch after a long day of work, dinner, errands, cleaning, taking care of the kids, etc...but we all do it, and we're all much better off for it!

So, what a difference a year can make, today, my 34th birthday finds me:

32 lbs thinnner (-20% for my fellow Biggest Loser fans)

31 inches smaller

able to run 9 miles at a time

and currently in week 9 of my half marathon training for the April 10th half

I never, ever thought that this was something I would be able to do, but I'm excited and thrilled to see how it goes!