Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run....

So Carey and I got our first new treadmill two weeks ago and I've run on it about 7 times in the last 10 days, give or take and I'm already beginning to feel fabulous. I'm not close to where I want to be and had I never been there before, physical, I wouldn't know what it is like. The challenging part is that I'm not 21 any more. Heck, I'm not even 31 any more, which is a scary thought. I didn't run today, although I'm a day behind logging my miles in. I had a headache today and it's gone now, so I didn't run. It was strange because I rarely get headaches. I've told people if I start having headaches often, then I need to see a doctor, because that is not normal for me. I'm bound and determined to healthier this year and to get back into a size 4, but a comfortable size 4, the one closer to a 2. I know, I know what you're thinking, you're already small. BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA. But at 5'0" and I stress the zero inches, there is no where for the weight to go except my butt and for those of you who have seen me, you know that I need no assistance in the gluteous maximus area. Being on that treadmill brings me back to those days when I looked SMOKIN'. I want to be that again...I want my husband to feel like I'm his trophy wife. If a person isn't the type to be complimentary on a regular basis what do you think it would take for me to actually know I've become his trophy wife? Whatever the answer may be, running is so liberating...and a wonderful stress relief, although I have very little stress and I thank God for that.

On another note, I had a moment today when I grabbed the three hole puncher at the office. I was instantly reminded of how I would save the holes and bring them to Grandmother Dear Vivian. I miss her. Enough said.