The beginning of the end. This is one of those times that the end is not a bad thing. Actually it is a great thing it is the goals that I will accomplish at the end of my journey. A couple of months ago we had family pictures feeling good about myself and not really seeing me for when I looked in the mirror I was shocked and in horror as I saw this photo of me with my sweetheart. Could I really be that fat? Denial.... it is a safety net that many of us surround ourselves with. Mine was a lot bigger than I realized. A whole lot bigger. I was healthy, albeit a little fat. This is what I told myself. If I wasn't healthy then I wouldn't be able to accomplish many of the things I was doing. After all I could hike with my family; though I would have to use my inhaler and as I struggled to breath it was just because I have asthma, not because I was carrying around an extra hundred pounds. We will just refer to my inhaler as my crutch. I could run after my kids for 5 minutes... isn't that normal?!? I had run/walked 4 half-marathons, Ragnar, and Grand Tetons Relay, the last two my teammates would have preferred to have my 10 year in my place. I was healthy... though I had constant headaches, any time we went out to dinner we would have to go home so I wouldn't get sick at a movie.... HEALTHY, some of you might be very familiar with this healthy. Well, the Skinny Truth of it is you aren't healthy if you are carrying this added weight around everywhere you go. If you can't bend over to tie your shoe without being winded you are not healthy.

Things happen for a reason and sometimes they come just at the right moment that they are needed. I turn 40 this year which I have no idea how this is possible. I still think I am 26 with an almost 12 year old but 26 nonetheless. As 2014 was quickly approaching and my husband's nagging about my taking care of myself finally set in things just feel in to place. It always amazes me how this happens. I hadn't been able to see this in the past but now it has become Crystal Clear. I decided that I would start this journey on January 2, 2014. No, sugar and exercise. I wanted to allow myself the first to indulge in all that I was used to. As I was looking through Facebook I came across a weight loss group called Project 180. It was free since it was a trial run of the program and was a 90 day class. I jumped on board and having been paving new paths ever since. Besides learning why my choice to not eat sugar was even more important than I originally realized I also learned that you have to find your truth. Your truth being what brought me to this point in the first place. It was tough since I have an amazing family, a beautiful home, and love and support from many. It took me two full weeks to figure out what my truth was and since then this journey has become a lot easier. Now here is my truth....
MY TRUTH
I have been doing more thinking over the last month than probably my whole life. I needed a much needed wakeup call. I was ready to do something for myself and ready to be worthy of the change. As I come closer and closer to turning 40 I realized that this is the time to make the changes I so need and to become the person I so deserve to be.
I love Sarah Nitta's word "EMPOWERED" that is becoming such a strong part of my life... I feel unbelievably Empowered. After typing out and committing to the races I was going to run this year I had decided that I would only run the Thanksgiving Point 5K since the half was so incredibly hard. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done besides running the Grand Teton Relay in 104 degree heat up an endless sandy road followed by a night run in a wheat field where I was sure a scarecrow would attack me. The morning after I decided this as I was at the gym at 5. My plan for the day was to run 1 1/2 miles at 4 miles per hour. This was a tough goal but I was determined to accomplish it. I started to run and increased my pace and all of a sudden I had run 2 miles. My time is up so that I can go lift weights but in that moment I realized that I could absolutely run the Thanksgiving Point Half Marathon. I am perfectly capable (at the time I was down 20 pounds). Positive affirmations started running through my head, "I am thin," "I am strong," and "I am EMPOWERED!" I got home from work that day and found a 12 week training plan to get me ready for this race.
Since this was written I have lost an additional 10 pounds, and Saturday I ran 4 1/2 miles at almost 5 miles per hour. I felt refreshed, my heart rate was up, but I was able to breath without the crutch I had used as my excuse for so many years.
Being skinny growing up I just thought I would always be like that. After getting married I had a reaction to birth control and gained a ton of weight and got comfortable. Having never seen myself as good enough I started feeling like I didn't deserve to look good. At 27 I hadn't reach any of my goals or dreams. I had wanted a baby for years and still had none. I later learned that I had PCOS which makes what happens over the next three years miraculous. I had a precious 3 lbs 1 oz baby girl in July of 2002 and found out I was having twins just after she turned 1. I was overjoyed to learn that we would be having a girl and a boy, Emma and Tyler, 3 kids in just under 2 years. Since I had been on bed rest and hospital bed rest for most of my pregnancy with Aspen I was watched very closely. The twins were growing and moving and al around healthy. My life was looking up though we were having some other issues at the time. We lost our house one month after the birth of my daughter Emma, Tyler had past away at 28 weeks in utero for no apparent reason. Everyone walked on egg shells and I thought all was well. I had a beautiful healthy baby girl. What I didn't realize is that I was numb, I filled out the birth certificate and death certificate at the same time. I cuddled my baby girl but I was not there emotionally. (I have very few pictures of this perfect little being in her first couple of years.) I was in a dark place I had dug the hole of depression deep. I didn't realize this until a year and half later when I became pregnant with my last daughter Dylan. We had been able to buy a new house and at church one Sunday they were talking about grief. Grief, I had never grieved for the lose of the son I never was able to meet. This opened me up to start healing. I lost weight and started feeling good about myself. However, I still didn't feel like I deserved to be complimented and look good. I gained all the weight back and another 15 pounds and been hiding behind my fat for many years now. I have spent so many years trying to please others. Thinking the only way to have friends is to basically buy them. I fell hard into the hole of self-doubt again.
Today, I realize that I deserve to be happy. I am amazing, beautiful, and a great friend even if I don't treat you every time we go out. I am so ready to take this journey with all of my friends in this place that I can be honest and raw. I hope that through my journey and reaching my end that I can inspire others to join me . I love myself, I love feeling Empowered. I have a sparkle in my eyes probably for the first time other than when I married my sweetheart almost 18 years ago and the birth of my 3 perfect daughters. I love me the whole me the good and the bad.
As I end this first of many messages I hope that I can help others along their journeys whether it be weight-loss of overall health. I will put in info that will help you become the best you there is.
A few photos from this journey of bettering my life.