Laura Gets Shit Done

tonight I got an email inviting me to run at the Malibu International Marathon in November 2010. It would be 2 years after the Seattle Half Marathon. I'm considering it. I asked for motivation to start running again - the timing is uncanny. And yes, I know - a lot of people probably got this invite - I'm not special...but the timing just couldn't be more perfect. TTFN LauraLynne

224.2 I need to start exer cising though - if for no other reason than to be able to EAT more!! Summer of 2008 I exercised like a mad woman. Every day for 8 months. I went from being able to run for 60 seconds (and almost DYING!) in April to running a half marathon in November. I ran the first 10 miles and limped the last 3.1. But I crossed the finish line. I need to find that drive agian. Or that time. I don't know where I found the time - 2 hours a day to swim, bike, or run. Some day all three. I've been finding the motivation now for 31 days to eat right. ok, I was off the wagon for a couple days - but didn't throw myself in front of a train so I'm still dropping weight. Today my fridge is filled with food I CAN eat. veggies, fruit, prepared meals, ground turkey and chicken and while I didn't prepare my weekly lunches yet, I have the ingredients so I'm further ahead than usual. And I have my tur-chicken meatloaf. While I LOVE the weekends, from

well, now I have. My sexy and supportive husband commented today that he was trying to look at things through my eyes. That it must be frustrating to walk through the grocery store and see that cookies, candy, and chips were on sale - buy one get one free, half off, 3 for $1 for crying out loud - but veggies and healthy food were rarely on sale and generally more expensive. No wonder there's an obesity epidemic!! It's cheaper to eat badly! (Ok - I know that down deep, if you budget and plan, you can eat very healthy on just dollars a day). But at first glace, which is all most people do, cheap & easy = junk. So with my husband's observation in mind, I went grocery shopping today. I said a few tearful goodbyes. To Oreos, Doritos, Ben and Jerrys. And while I know they're not gone forever, it was devastating to know that I can't control myself around these foods. (Case in point - frosting tonight. I can't even talk about THAT fiasco right now). S

Thursday and yesterday wasn't so good in the "pay attention to what you're eating" department. And I never just dip a toe into that pool - I full on swan dive face first mouth open into that deep dark pool. Thursday was an open house at the shop (my husband's business) and I prepared food for what was originally supposed to be 50 people. Turnout was closer to 300 - but nobody went hungy. I CAN feed a crowd! The 'turning moment' that day was I bought chips. My Kryptonite. Ruffles. They should effing sponsor me. Giant Costco bag of Ruffles potato chips - stuff dreams are made of. I opened the bag when I unloaded it from the car. Not the veggie chips like I should of - and not a portion in a bowl like I could have. one here..one there...unintentional snacking. Dammit. I ended the day with a piece of costco cake. The journey from chips to cake is still a blur. And now I'm beating myself up. I need to stop this. Why is it that feeding myse

I don't know what I weighed when I was born - average sized I would presume. As a young girl and up until roughly puberty, I was scrawny. I ran around, played outside, participated in sports, had knees that stuck out farther than the meat on my thighs. I hit puberty - and while I won't blame it entirely on puberty - the timing is suspect. I don't know what I weighed in high school. I don't remember getting on a scale. And there WAS no blogging back then - there were diaries but I spent my time writing about Layne Browing who I had a giant crush on. And Steve somebody or another, and how my teachers were boring. I remember having a harder and harder time finding clothes that fit - the stores only went so high in size and there were no plus size stores. I was probably a size 12 or so? But I was still active - VERY active even. I swam on swim team, played basketball, ran track, even tried tennis for a short time. I was on the flag team - the biggest girl but not obscenely

Have you ever finished off food as a means of keeping it from yourself? Ok - I lost some of you but some of you are nodding your head and know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. I bought it and now I'm trying NOT to eat it - or eat it in moderation - but it's driving me crazy thinking about it. Well, if I eat it all now, it will stop driving me crazy, right? Ya. I'm going to have to throw the oreos out tonight. I ate 4 for breakfast. Because now I won't have those 4 tempting me after dinner tonight. Logical in MY brain. perfectly logical. But to the rest of the world, my jacket should tie in the back...

Struggles - not much about eating is easy or fun for me. Cooking and baking - that part I love. Eating? Not so much. Not to say I don't enjoy it but it's such a grab basket of emotions that it becomes a chore. So I tend to block out when I'm eating. Anyone else out there reach down for another bite and find that at some point between when you started eating and that fuzzy period to now, you've finished your food. The meal you vowed to enjoy, the snack you spent the morning planning and thinking about - gone. It's almost a black out - and you didn't get to enjoy a single bite. And now, if you're lucky, you're full and have to wait until the next meal/snack to eat again. Or not. I overeat. Even with gastric bypass. Not as much as before - but eating when you're not hungry is technically overeating, regardless of quantity. I struggle with obsession. There are some foods that I obsess about. And they're not always predictable. Oh sur

late to the blogging game - that's me. I still haven't figured out exactly what I'll talk about in here but I talk a LOT so I'm sure topics won't be hard to come by. I'm a 41 year old mom of 2 teenagers - newly married to my one true love. I wear many hats: mom, wife, employee, friend, triathlete, marathoner (well, half marathoner but still!), motorcycle rider, motorcycle racer, confidant, sarcastic - wait, that's not a hat, is it?! Anyway, you get the picture. I read so many people and their bucket lists - I have done almost everything I want to do - I go after adventure whenever it presents itself (no - I won't ever bungee jump, don't ask me to). I spent the first 35 or so years of my life abused by the men in it - first my father, then my boyfriend and when I married that loser, my husband became my abuser. But, because this is the internet and available to everyone, I'd prefer to keep most of those details in general terms. When I got d