Lift weights, adult, repeat.

With September just hours away I realized that the anniversary of my birthday gift to myself is approaching. Last year I gifted myself a year of fitness. Before Lily graced us with her presence, I was really active with running and all things cardio. About three months in to my pregnancy I had to stop exercising because I was having a physically hard time doing it and she kept giving us so many false labor scares.

I decided to take time off and enjoy motherhood after her birth but I was getting depressed and post partum hit me like a bitch. Being the bookworm/worry wart that I am, I decided to do some reading and discover how to rid myself of post-partum without going to a doctor for him to prescribe meds for me. Yeah sure the meds would help but I am cheap. So I gifted myself exercise because I already knew that it gives you endorphins and in the words of elle woods "happy people just don't shoot their husbands."

So I started off slowly. I started using my elliptical and looking in to weight training. I'll be honest, I still have no fucking clue what I am doing when it comes to lifting weights. I literally just pick them up and set them down. But I can tell you that I know what I am doing when it comes to cardio and I have fallen in love with running all over again. Sure, I am slower than a turtle stuck in molasses but I am working my way back to where I use to be with running and hopefully I can surpass that.

I can't say that I have been super serious about my gift to myself because that would just be lying. I have slacked off and halted more times that I can count on my fingers and toes. But I always fall back in to the groove as soon as the depression returns. This month marks the longest I have gone on my journey so far. Six months straight of at least 3 days/week in some sort of training. I am far from "goal weight" or "goal strength." I use those terms loosely because I am not looking to stop as soon as I reach a goal. I will always make a new one. I'm basically working on a lifestyle change here so it's taking a minute for me to fall in the the groove and discover how to be happy again. Excuse me while I make too many instagram posts about being sweaty and flexing with my baby biceps. I am a mess in progress.

I always look forward to my birth month every year because it is not only an excuse for me to celebrate my awesomeness basically every day, but it's also the month that the Hubs and I got married. Basically September is one big ass party month for us. So I am pretty excited to celebrate two anniversaries in one this year.

About a month ago I decided that I would sign up for a 5k to help push myself on my fitness journey and to give myself another birthday gift. I found the insane inflatable 5k which is basically just a bunch on inflatable obsticle courses over 3 miles of field.  I am basically a white girl who can not even at this point because of the excitement I have. Join me December 12th in Orlando to watch me fall on my ass? Promise it will be great entertainment.

In other news, I am waiting to hear back from a corporate position at work that will put me in almost full adult mode so someone come to my house with a pinata and ouija board so I can stop adulting so much please!?
I should know something this week. Keep your fingers crossed for me. It is pretty much a dream job.

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-(out of breath) Nystrom.