Day 23

Last night we ran 2 miles. It wasn’t easy, but we did it. I had my son with me, so I pulled out the jogging stroller. He was cute at first because every time I would yell at the girls to run or walk, he would copy me. At one corner I was yelling at them to walk (interval training, remember?) and he kept yelling at them over and over “RUN, RUN, RUN!” It was a proud mommy moment – he will make a great replacement Drill Sergeant for me one day. Aside from his cuteness – he was wearing me out! It was hard enough to run, but running while pushing a jogging stroller was killing me! It wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t moving around, going up and down, trying to slide out the bottom or standing up and jumping! It took everything I had to keep the stroller going straight and upright! Oh, and did I mention all 3 wheels were going flat!? (Dare I say – RESISTANCE – no wonder I was sweating like I had just walked out of a steam room.) We went to my friend’s house afterwards (the one that I pick up most mornings) and cooked homemade healthy pizza. Yum! I thought I would let everyone know this, so you don’t think we slacked off yesterday.

I was praying for rain this morning – it didn’t happen! I got up and went to the living room to look out into the backyard. It looked like it could have been raining, but I saw one of my dogs lying out in the grass, so I knew it wasn’t(cause there's no way in hell she's getting wet). DARN! Instead of getting the girls up right away, I decided that we would work out again this evening and go back to bed. I even re-set my alarm to go off at 6:30am. After about 5 minutes of lying there, I began to tell myself that this is one of the first excuses I have given myself to NOT get up and work out – “we can do it this afternoon – I’m tired”.

I.Got.Up. I can’t start slacking now! Crap, we all GAINED weight this week and I want to go back to bed?! WTH was wrong with me! I got out of bed mad at myself and woke the girls up. Off to the school.

By the time we left, we were already behind. We ran 2 miles this morning, then 2 sets of pushups and step-ups. We started mile 1 with me yelling at them and finished mile 2 with one of them crying, so it was a typical morning…
We got home and Kiki cooked breakfast. From out of nowhere she wanted to make eggs –over easy! I have never done that and I know her daddy hasn’t, so I was thinking that this was going to be a disaster! I asked her if she knew what she was doing and all she said was “I’ve seen it done”. Umm – okay….

When I got back to the kitchen she had breakfast made – eggs & biscuits. I was very proud of her!!!! I was so proud of her that I even took a picture of my egg! Kiki, (my eleven year old) cooked this egg without any grease, butter, or cooking spray – very impressive! (Thank God she didn’t get her cooking skills from me!!!!)




Tonight, the girls and I are going to Zumba at the YMCA. My friend talked us into going since there is no age limit on this class. This should be very interesting!

My arms hurt from pushing the stroller yesterday…I’m tired…