It's been hard to find time for myself lately. Baby, job, business, teenagers, baseball, house...I seem to give them all priority over me. I haven't found balance yet. It's so much easier to blame everyone else. They NEED me, right? But who's left to look out for me. Nobody. I mean, my family loves me but if I don't tell them I need help, they can't help me. So here I am. I've been neglecting my working out/training. It's an essential part of getting healthy. My metabolism sucks. I didn't get to 300+ pounds with an amazing metabolism. (Chicken/Egg - did I kill it or was it already bad?). I know that even with gastric bypass and a 1200 calorie diet, I still struggle to lose weight without copious amounts of exercise (again: was I born this way or did years of neglect teach my body this?). I signed up for an Olympic Distance triathlon a couple months ago. And had a few events in between to keep me on track. ...
I do crazy stuff. And blog about it here. I mean not SUPER crazy. But definitely not on the bell curve of normal. I'm an overweight middle aged woman who refuses to let either one of those limit her.