I just came in from a pathetic 1.5 mile walk with the boys and David. There was a nice breeze blowing and it wasn't THAT hot, but for whatever reason the 1.5 miles seemed like a lot. David is still out there with the boys pushing them around in the stroller.
It's hard for me to believe that this time last year, I was running 5Ks (okay, so maybe I wasn't running ALL of the 5K, but still). But now I have become the mushy, sweaty, summer-hating person that I swore I wouldn't become. I suppose I could blame it on the fact that I'm retaining water and it's that dreaded time of the month.
But, I have to take responsibility for the fact that I'm all jiggly and puffy because of what I'm stuffing into my face and not just the fact that I may be retaining water. I've tried to set my alarm to get up to run, but I just sleep through it. I cannot seem to find a way to motivate myself and as usual, summer has come around and I feel just "bleh".
Like it or not, I need to learn to like - or at least tolerate - the summer. The kids are becoming more mobile and Nick loves to run around. I don't want to be that "fat mom" that huffs and puffs next to the stroller. I would hate to become a cliche.
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