Chubby Hubby & Wife

I heard of the "Newlywed 9" before. The supposed amount of weight most newlyweds gain after getting married. I just didn't think it would happen to Steve and me! While I don't think it's officially nine pounds each, we've both been pretty lazy about cooking healthy meals and exercising regularly. We're trying, but our schedule gets so packed that sometimes we're just too tired to care. We decided today though that enough is enough! It's almost summer and time to run around in swimsuits. Instead, we both would rather stay in our pajamas. Well no more! We're going back to cooking our own delicious, healthy meals and going to the gym or for a run outside. With school ending our schedule will open up, which should definitely help.

No more chubby hubby or wife in this house! :)

Running = Peace?

This is how I feel about running right now...

I'm frazzled, stressed, and not enjoying it AT ALL. I'm doing it because I feel like I have to. I have the Chic-fil-A 5K coming up on May 28th and the Icelandic 8K on June 4th. Running outside lately has been tough with the rain and my horrible allergies. (I was just finally able to put my contacts in for an entire day today after who knows how long)

The treadmill has been my replacement, and honestly I feel like a chubby hamster stuck in a wheel. My iPod keeps playing the same songs. The TVs at the gym show terrible lifetime movies or Man vs. Wild re-runs. And my calf muscle is still tight and sore from my last race. I've been cheating on running with Zumba to try and say I'm "still working out". Zumba is an AMAZING work out, but it's still not running. And my legs are going to remind me of that when these races roll around. I don't want to be disappointed in my times. I don't want to feel miserable during the entire race. I want to feel like this...

Is it possible? I sure hope so. I'm going for a trail run tomorrow and find out.

Weird

I went grocery shopping at Trader Joe's today, and then I headed to Farm Fresh to get some saltine crackers and ginger ale for Steve since he's had this stomach bug. I also picked up some light honey mustard dressing while I was there. Why is this important? I have no clue. But apparently a woman buying saltines, ginger ale, and salad dressing is concerning because the guy behind the check out counter said, "Make sure you drive home safely" when he gave me my receipt.

Ummmm?? Do I look drunk? I know I let my hair dry naturally today, which means it's a little frizzy, but GEEZ. Are you worried that I'm the sick one? If that's your nice way of telling me I look like crap, then maybe next time I should straighten my hair and put on more make-up before getting groceries. Or maybe he's psychic and wanted to warn me of my impending doom. I have no freakin' idea. But really, this was at 4:30 in the afternoon. What kind of trouble am I going to get into? Crazies on the road on Mother's Day? I don't think so.