Beautiful Blessings

I'm so glad God's plan for me is not my own. I'm so glad He sees fit to provide me with beautiful gifts I would have missed out on left to my own devices.

As soon as my son woke up from his nap yesterday I made sure he was happily playing with his toys and put in my workout DVD. The music started and I began to move, suddenly his little voice rang out with peals of laughter. He jumped up and ran over to me and started marching in place just like mommy, squealing with laughter the entire time. As I continued to work out he ran around me giggling and throwing himself around the back of my legs. I had to pick him up so he would no get hurt (adding about 21 pounds of resistance *lol*) and he squealed even more as he bounced up and down in my arms. Once the intensity picked up to an in place jog I had to put him down. I simply jogged around in a tiny little circle chasing him as he ran. By the time the first mile was over I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. What a great way to workout!

When my husband came home from work I decided he had to see it fist hand, so I popped in my DVD and began mile 2. Sure enough, my little man ran over and started working out with mommy. I thought my husband was going to fall in the floor laughing.

The unbelievable thing to me is that children were never in my plans. I grew up hard. I felt that I had already raised a child (me) and did not want to raise another. Truthfully, part of me was terrified that I'd never be able to be the kind of mother a child deserved. I was afraid of turning out like my mother. I also have physical issues that doctors told me would make it near impossible for me to become pregnant much less carry a child. My husband and I discussed this before we married. Although he loves children, he had been married before and he and his first wife were unable to conceive. Medical testing showed that due to "slow swimmers" the chance of him being able to produce a child without medical intervention was slim to none.
The first year of our marriage I took "the pill" just in case. The hormones didn't agree with me so I stopped taking them. After 5 years of marriage my husband and I had no reason to believe the doctors were wrong. We lived life the way we wanted, and never gave it a second thought. Then in late summer of 2007, I ended up pregnant. I'll save the story of my pregnancy for another time, but after much struggle we ended up with a beautiful baby boy.

The strangest thing about it was that I NEVER had a moment of not wanting my son. Despite never wanting children, despite the huge surprise that changed my entire world, I wanted this little boy from the moment I saw those pink lines. I believe that he is a gift from God and we were meant to have him at the exact moment he came.

My precious little boy worked out with his mommy again this morning. I know that not only is he having fun, he's also learning the habit of exercise. Even though he does not know it, he's giving me all the motivation in the world.

Yesterday I:
Drank 3-16 oz glasses of water (one less than my goal)
Completed Mile 1 and Mile 2 of 5 Mile Fat burning Walk
Did 10 girl push ups

Why Do They Do That?

It is Monday, the start of a brand new week. I don't know about you, but I'm ready.

My weekend went well. But it wasn't without challenges. My thoughts for the today came as a result of my nephew's birthday party. Why do people try so hard to sabotage your weight loss?

I HATE (and yes, I used that word) eating around my husband's family. I'm overweight, but it isn't because I eat huge portions at meal times, although I do eat more than I should. It is because I make the wrong food choices, and have a hideous sugar addiction. Anyway, every time there is a gathering it goes like this:

Family: Is that all you are going to eat?
Me: Yes
F: Why, I thought you liked_______?
M: I do, but I didn't want any today.
F: Why, isn't it good?
M: It is fine, I just didn't want any today.
F: Well, you don't have enough on your plate.
M: I got what I wanted, it is fine.
F: Why aren't you eating.
M: I am eating.

I'll spare you the rest of the dialogue, but it always ends with someone telling me I don't need to lose weight, insisting on it, and then going on and on. Seriously? I know that people are trying to be nice and not hurt feelings, but I have a mirror and I've viewed the pictures.

My mother had her first heart attack at forty, my father is diabetic, one grandfather died of heart disease, the other of cancer. I need to be healthy for my son and yet I find no support. I've already explained the in-laws. My husband? Well, he gets mad at me for not buying all the junk food we both love to eat and complains about healthy dinner choices. He can't understand that if it is in the house, I'll eat it.

Support or not, I'm going to do this. I need it for me, and I need it for my son.

Each day I will be posting the previous day's workouts, successes and failures. I will weigh in every Friday. The weekends are non-blogging days for me as I spend that time with my husband.