The Butt crack of dawn

Heck, it is not even the butt crack of dawn when I am getting up these past two days. I have this wild hair to start my running routine at 5:00 am when my hubby rises to get ready for work.

So far, both days, I have ran 1.5 miles each day. It feels good. That is who I was when I met my man, a runner. I loved it. It relieved a lot of stress for me. I need to get off my keister and get serious about my health and my weight. Sometimes it is so much easier to just sit and eat than it is to get up and run around and diet. I have dieted my whole existence on Earth. I have always been a bigger gal and I like to eat. But, I do not like the choices of food that I have been making in front of my children. They see that mom likes sweets, carbs, and they never see me exercise.
Day two, I am sore. But, really excited about the fact that before most people have even turned over in the bed, I have gotten in my mile and a half and burned some calories. I also really have used that time to let God back in. I need His encouragement every step of the way so that I can continue. I said to myself that a thousand mile journey begins with the first step.

Encourage me. I will need it.