With my time off from baby-making established, I decided that this was the prime time to lose some of the weight that I've packed on since I've been married.
I'm the kind of girl that has weight creep up slowly. A few pounds for each fertility treatment, another couple from wanting to crunch something during CIO, general mama-awesome-hood, vacations, very long winters, and well, general laziness and an adoration of food.
I did a great job while I was pregnant with E by only gaining about 15 pounds which I lost within two weeks. Of course, I gained it back....slowly, of course.
With our break, I'm refocusing on getting back in my groove.
I started with tracking all of my food (yeah, not very clean eating right now) and jumping on the treadmill with a Couch to 5K program.
My first run was great. It just felt so good to have those endorphins released. During the run, I had some pain in my right foot which is normal as I overpronate.
When I rolled out of bed the next morning, I could hardly walk on it. Let me tell you, that's NOT a good thing when you have a two year old who is going a little stir-crazy.
So tonight after a few days of letting it heal, I bit the bullet and googled for some information on shoes that help support plantar fasciitus (no spell check, I don't want to change this to fascists). Since it usually recurs and takes a long time to fully heal, I don't want to derail my efforts. So, my googling efforts led me to some great orthotics.
That's just making me feel old.