Wednesday's Weigh In & My Running Story

Weigh In
Only up .5. Half a pound. That I am happy with. But who knows what next week will be??

I was just telling my husband, I am so tired of people (books, doctors, nurses, WIC) saying things like, "Since you were a little over weight when you got pregnant, you should only gain 15 pounds total for the whole pregnancy."

Asking a pregnant woman to only gain 15 pounds is ridiculous. If it happens, than fine and that's good. But let's not put that pressure on a pregnant lady. Okay? I totally understand warning an overweight pregnant lady about gaining too much, and about diabetes and all those risks, but to say, you only need to gain X amount of weight, that's not cool.

What do they want me to do....count my calories? Diet? I. Think. Not.

I am not eating donuts everyday. I am eating whole foods for the most part, and exercising. So if I gain over 15 (which I know I will) so be it. Not trying to repeat my last weigh in post, but I am venting about some comments I've had or read in books. Ok. Moving on.

My running story.

Yesterday on Twitter, one of the Authors of the book I am reading, Run Like a Mother writes for Runners World. She tweeted she needs people who have lost weight while running for an article. So I tweeted her, and she tweeted back and I am currently waiting for her to email me the list of questions from Runners World!!! Now I know I am not the only one being emailed this list, and I know I will probably not get picked, but so cool to even be considered!!!

It got me thinking about how I started running, how much I lost while running, and the journey in general. How an overweight, asthmatic, mom of 2 could barely run a 1/3 of a mile even well after starting C25K to realizing I could run 1.67 miles with out stopping, to running 10 miles with out stopping and finishing a half marathon.

I am still in awe at how this all happened. I have been reflecting back to after Cody was born, and how at my heaviest weight of 244 pounds, I desperately wanted to run. But between my asthma, being super fat, and having 2 babies, and the fact that I could never run, even at 140 pounds, I thought it was just a dream. I remember going to the track when Cody was a few months old, and trying to run 1/4 mile straight, and felt discouraged that I couldn't do it. Finally I did and was amazed at how I actually made it 1 WHOLE LAP with out dying. I almost threw up, but I did it.

Even though I am limited to how much I can run now due to pregnancy, and back pain, I know that after the baby comes, I CAN run as far as I want to (Lord willing of course). I am so thankful I started to run, and that God gave me the strength to do it.

Do you have a similar running story?

Love, The Curvy Housewife