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Go Mommy, Go!

I started working out again about a week ago.  I quit smoking two months go (I started up again last year after quitting for 6 years), I've  lost 12lbs and  now I'm ready to start working out again to get to my goal.  I lost 50 lbs after having my son.  Yes, that's right I gained a whopping 50lbs and it took me ages to lose it.  Around this time last year I nearly reached my goal weight, but to be honest I was happy being a size 6 (10 UK) and lost momentum on reaching my goal weight.  Then last fall I went to NJ for a visit and gained 10lbs back (I always gain 10lbs just stepping foot on American soil!).  When I got back, I had a flare up of my arthritis, was put on steroids and gained another 10lbs. Before I knew it, I was a busting out of my size 8 clothes (12 UK) and feeling fat again.  I know there's no shame in being a size 8, but I am 5' 2" and it's big for me.  Before getting pregnant, I was never big in my life and all I've wanted is to get back to my old self.  I'm back down to a size 6 again and determined to get to my original goal weight.  I have 10lbs to go.
Like I said, I've started my exercise regimen and I'm feeling good about it, but it's really hard to find the time.  Yesterday, I ran out of time for my workout before having to pick my son up from preschool.  I don't drive in the UK (that's a whole other blog entry).  Picking up my son is an hours walk (1/2 hour there - 1/2 hour back).  Yesterday, I picked him up, went grocery shopping on the way home, loaded the groceries  into the stroller and started the 30 minute walk home.  After all that, I knew I'd never have the energy to workout once I got home so I Incorporated my workout into the walk home.
I got my son an ice cream ( to lore him into the stroller) and started power walking while pushing my son & the groceries in the stroller.  I told my son I had to exercise.  I told him if I slowed down to cheer me on to help me get going again.  He did.  Every time I slowed down, he'd yell, 'Go Mommy, Go!' and I'd sprint to the street light or the mail box or whatever he'd assign my goal to be (power walking in between).  I must have looked nuts running in my skinny jeans and ballet flats.  At one point a friend past us in her car, slowed down and yelled out the window, 'You have some speed for a little thing!' I stopped to chat with her, my son got out of the stroller and onto his scooter and we raced the rest of the way home - giggling the whole time.
Today, my son is home all day.  I told him I had to workout and offered to put on a DVD for him.  He asked to watch me instead which he did - cheering me on the whole time. 
As wonderful as it was to have a cheerleader, he got in the way a lot and made the workout last a lot longer than it should have been so next time I'll probably wait until he goes to bed.

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