Diarrhea of the mouth

This post is going to be all over the place...

First of all I have to say it's crazy to me how much I have changed in 3 short years.

Summer of 2010

Summer of 2010

Holy bat wings, batman!!!

I loved my long hair but hated how it looked on me! I felt like it was a coat I couldn't take off and made me look bigger than what I was.

3 years ago I was 23 and the hubs and I had only been dating just shy of 2 months. I was a pretty big party girl. I had/have never done any drugs but I was a well known lover of alcohol. I was a lover of drinking games especially beer pong. I was responsible as far as bills and living on my own went but if I was not at work you could almost guarantee that I was out with some friends for a good time. I had exercised here and there but honestly I thought it was such a waste of time. I hated making the time to go and really the only times I went were when I was single to try to pick up the fellas. Which coincidentally never happened. I ate out almost every meal and didn't cook at home very often. I loved to sit around and be lazy and watch tv for hours a DAY!

look at that booty work.booty work. booty work.
left cheek.right cheek.

this was a couple of weeks ago.

Now I'm 26 and I'm a fitness freak, runner, and I try my hardest to be healthy even though I fail often. I take the time to be healthy and even though we have the hubs cousin and his kid living with us they sure do love to eat out. It is insane how much I have changed. This month marks one year that I started lifting weights and I sure can tell the difference.

I am kind of disappointed in myself though so I'm trying to cheer myself up by writing this post.

I haven't taken measurements of my body since June and sadly I have gained several inches. I honestly believed that I had lost a lot of inches since then. I know it all has to do with my eating habits. I have the working out and running down but my eating can use a lot of work.

Saturday I set out to run 10 miles.

I just realized that I am actually a few weeks ahead of my running schedule.

I honestly couldn't get into my run and ended it at 7 miles. I am not going to focus on the fact that I didn't get in those extra miles I'm solely going to focus on the fact that I woke up at 6am on a holiday weekend and busted out that many miles!!

This was right before my run on Saturday

Ugh I want to lose that tire around my waist

I wish that it was socially acceptable to wear workout clothes all day.everyday. Even to work! Yep I just said it! I personally think I look better in workout clothes vs. nice clothes or lounge clothes.

Also I realize that a holiday weekend used to mean sleeping in and being lazy all weekend. Now it means waking up early to watch cartoons with the children and cleaning an extra day.