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I DID IT!!!!

Yep, on Saturday, October 16, 2010 at 9:16 AM I screamed to downtown Baltimore that I am a runner with a very loud, "Yeah!" as I crossed the Baltimore Running Festival's 5K finish line!!! Friends said they heard me in the runner's recovery area and I saw the photo on marathonfoto.com, I was super, super excited!!! (already purchased my personalized video of me crossing the finish line)

Friday night Jenn W. and I took a nice walk around UMBC just to "limber up." I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to sleep Friday night. Chris and I went for a ride and I talked and talked. Poor guy, I know I just rambled about running and emotions and running and well emotions. I decided to go to bed around 10:30, assuming I would lay in bed tossing and turning. Boy, I was wrong. My alarm went off at 5:25 Saturday morning and at first I was confused but then, "Oh my shit!!! It's 5K day." Out of bed for a shower to wake up and then I hopped into my runner clothes. The KFCFB team met at my house at 6:30 and we were off to the lightrail to downtown B-more on an ever so cold, never run in temps this cold, morning. When we arrived, Camden Yards was already a buzz with over 20,000 people. This was really happening. I was so excited about everything that was going on I kept forgetting that at 8:30 AM I had to do my part in the Baltimore Running Festival's 10 year anniversary. Runners lined the streets in an array of attire. One guy wore a 4ft Dunkin' Donuts coffee cup costume and another guy in a full, faced covered and all, green neoprene suit. One 10 time runner wore a tux the entire marathon (all this and I was worried about a sleeves cut of old Ravens t-shirt)

The marathon began at 8AM with a parachuter and tons of confetti. And they were off for 26.2 miles...WOW!!

Okay, now that they are out of the way(LOL) it's time for us 5Kers to get to the starting line. They have pace markers on poles so that you can line up with others at your pace. HA HA, the last one was 14+ minutes...guess that's me. We didn't go that far back but we were 3 minutes and 16 seconds walking from the start line. Anxiety has now turned to excitement and I am READY!!! And we're off....walking to the start line, starting my watch and start running. It's cold and crowded. Walkers in are front of us and bobbing and weaving is needed. (not to mention a group of blind people to our left with canes. please don't trip me) Everyone warned me of "the hill." Yes, it was a little difficult because it was as soon as the race began (but I'm not sure I'd call it a hill, long incline absolutely) The four of us stayed together and hit the 1 mile marker at exactly 14 minutes. Within a half mile, Jenn W and Jaime we gone, their bobbing and weaving was a bit More efficient than mine. Thank God for my long time friend who downgraded from tri's to a 5K to run RIGHT ALONGSIDE ME!! YAY JENN HOLLAND!!! It seemed like it took forever to get to mile 2 (actually it only took 14:28). Everytime I started to doubt myself, JH took over with a lovely, keep me moving story. After mile 2 I knew I had this!! My feet never stopped running. They slowed for every marathon foto photographer along the way but they didn't stop. I had loads of fun talking to the spectators. Saying things like, "You can't just watch you need to scream for me too!" That really helped keep me in a good mood. As we approached the warehouse at Camden Yards, Jenn told me that she was stepping back and I needed to let my adrenaline take over. No Jenn, not yet, it's not here yet. I couldn't believe when there was just a little bit of the warehouse remaining. Then I saw it, the clock at the finish line. Yep, you heard me right, the FINISH LINE!!! JH stepped back and there I went, I couldn't believe it. The next thing you know I'm singing aloud to "Pump Up the Jam" and sort of dance/running. I'm looking at the spectators. When I saw my crew, I slowed quite a bit and waved and smiled. (Chris said he saw me and was thinking, "Stop dancing and smiling and run!!") I knew I had done it. My goal was to run it all in under 45 minutes. The timer said 46:16 as I crossed but my chip time (and watch) were 43:45. I did it!! I was taking it all in...and then with a loud "YEAH!" I crossed that line!!!

I'm not gonna lie, after I crossed the line, I felt GREAT. During the run, especially the first two miles. I did think to myself, maybe running isn't my thing. What the hell am I doing here? Then the other part of me butted in..."hello, you can and will do this. OWN IT!!!" I'm about to sign up for the Jingle Bell Run 5K which is downtown on December 12. (this is all in my "own it" plan) Also in my plan is to cross the marathon finish line before I turn 40!!! (I'll keep you posted on that one)

From the Sofa to the Road

The other day (last day of C25K) I had a terrible mental breakdown, almost panic attack-ish. My legs hurt, I forgot how to breathe, I wanted to stop so bad and I was only about 13 minutes into my run. I didn't stop and I finished but I fought internally with my BRAIN almost the rest of the run. I was talking to a friend of mine later that day about it (she is a tri-athlete, completed 4 sprint tri's this season after completing her first 5K in 10/09. She is quite a motivation and she's been 'there.') We talked about how running is almost as mental as it is physical. She told me 'I need to want it more than I fear it!!' since that talk, this is now my mantra. I do want this and I will get this. I was on a running message board the other day and someone said that running never gets easy. We're always running a further distance or faster. Constantly testing and outdoing. It was 2 months to the day I started the program that I completed Couch to 5K. I am an overweight, 33 year old wife and working mother of 2. Now in addition to those things I am also a RUNNER. After this Saturday I will also consider myself an athlete. It's not so much about the weight anymore, it's more about what I know I am capable of. I want to scream to the world that I can and will do this. Last night I had my best run so far. I ran 3.06 miles in 39:50. That's a 14 minute mile, better than the 15 minute mile I had been running and most importantly so much better than the evenings on the sofa from just a few short months ago.

Post Mexcio

Well, it might have cost $1200 for me to get my ass in gear to lose some weight (and in turn enjoy some Caribbean Sea) and I think it was worth it. The Riviera Maya was truly the most beautiful place we've been to. It might have had something to do with our traveling companions - each other!!! Does that mean we should have never had kids? Nah, then we wouldn't know that we should appreciate our "down time." and boy, oh boy...that "down time" was AWESOME!!!

you can check out our pix here:

I ran in the morning (crack of dawn) before our plane left BWI (thx Jenn W). It was a tough one. We incorporated more inclines because we know the Balto 5K, which is on Oct 16, has a nice hill in the beginning. Needless to say the hills SUCKED! (we were then on w8d3, so 28 min runs) So that day's workout was out of the way and HELLO MEXICO. Saturday morning I awoke before sunrise and headed to the gym (CRAZY, I know!!!) Met a mexican elliptical there and we hit it off. (that was our last date however) I didn't work out on Sunday because I counted that as my day off. Plus when you don't get in from the discotheque until 4am, working out three hours later isn't exactly going to happen. In all honesty I had plans to run once we arrived back home Monday night but it was so late and I was whooped! Tuesday night 7pm, I hit the pavement. I know the first 4 mins of a run for me are the toughest to get through and that night was no different...hello week9day1....30 min runs!!!! (inclines included) Two more runs and I will be a Couch to 5K Graduate! WOOHOO me!!!

And that bring me to where I am today...not in the mood. WTF is going on with me? Wish I was still on vaca funk? I don't know!! What I do know is that I didn't exercise last night because I didn't feel like it. Not an excuse! I know I've got to get my head back into this. I only have 9 more days until my 5K. The 5K that I registered for before I even started running. The 5K I paid for hoping to run 30% of. The 5K I know I can run all of as of this point. But where is my motivation? and way am I so freakin' hungry??? All that being said, my running shoes and I have a date tonight, I just want to enjoy it.

The Good, the Bad and the Pepper Spray

I feel like I want to not only document the goods but also the bads. This last few days have been what I say "bad."

I did my first real run Wednesday night (which was my last post) and then Friday night I ran as well (even after ellipticalling in the morning....just call me Kimmy Bentley) completing the same run as Wednesday night. I did it again - that must mean I can really do it. I even gave the Stop sign a high five at the end of my run. I woke up on Saturday morning and took the dog for a walk. (a walk I would have done a month ago and have been proud.) Then I headed to the pool. I made a frozen pina colada and it was yummy, so I had another. At that point, I learned I was heading to the Ravens game at 5pm...let's drink some more. The fun and drinking (back to beer now) continued until about the 3rd quarter (10pm or so). So after 10 hours of adult beverages I was feeling great and having the best time. Fast forward to 6:45am Sunday....run day. I picked some friends up and we headed out to the tire park. Not my favorite route by any means but okay, I can do this....NOT!!! Lesson learned.....alcohol and running are not friends!!! Alcohol and walking were okay but running, ha....I died during my last 3 min run (w3d2). I could barely make it up the hill and out of the park so I just stayed in the park. It was not a good day and I felt like shit! Okay, blame it on dehydration...at least I got out of bed....whatever. Seems like a cop-out.

Yesterday, according to my schedule, was suppose to be my day off. I felt like since my Sunday run was so bad I needed to prove to myself I could still run. I didn't leave the house until 7:30pm....it was so hot!!! (mind you last week was BEAUTIFUL) So I completed my w3d2 AGAIN and didn't feel great. I almost said screw it and went to the car. But no, I started walking the loop, figuring I could just walk it or maybe even run it but I wasn't stopping. I can't believe how much I talk to myself and how I have to talk myself into things....like the loop. I still wasn't feeling the "run" so I started playing games. If an Elvis song comes on before I hit the dorms then I'll run. Apparently Elvis and the running gods were listening because next song.....ain't nothing but a hounddog....ahhhhh....run! I started running at my now "normal start spot." I felt wrong. It was hot, my breathing wasn't as deep. I was complaining to myself and in the next breath saying, stop, you can do this!! I passed my markers....wondering did they extend the loop distance. Were these markers that far apart on Friday Where is that feeling of greatness that I experienced on Wednesday and Friday....I don't know. What I do know is that I didn't make it all the way to the end. I was sure I was going to be laying in a mulch box if I didn't stop, so I did about 60 feet from the finish....damn!!! DEFEATED!!! I so hope I was defeated because of the heat. Whatever the reason, it's a good thing I didn't have the pepper spray with me that Chris bought me and encourages me to take each time....'cause I would have sprayed that shit right in my face to end that damn run!!! I sucked and I felt like hell!!!!

Now, do I get back on track and run tonight? It's no cooler. The weather isn't suppose to get better until the weekend. No, I can't hold off until then. Tomorrow is my 33rd birthday. Do I want to run and risk the possibility of making myself feel shitty? Do I want to run tonight so I don't have to tomorrow and only do the elliptical then? Do I want to just do w3d3 tonight and strength train then maybe tomorrow night just do the loop and run a bit? What if I do a great run tomorrow night and then feel AWESOME on my 33rd birthday???

How bad does the heat affect a run???

I am a runner

So super excited that I need to share my fb status from last night ..... 'tonight I super exceeded my w2d3. At one point during a 15 min non-stop run, I even forgot I was running. Oh my shit, I AM A RUNNER!!!!!'

A friend and I did w2d3 and it felt pretty good, really good actually....which in turn made me nervous for w3d1. We started back on our regular walking route and decided because it was getting so late and dark maybe we'd run some of that too. So we walked/ran and then got to the top of a hill (we run a college campus and it's a loop) So we decided to run down the entire hill....and then I don't know how it happened when we reached the end I just kept going....it felt so good. I kept saying okay I'll stop at x. Then I'd pass x and say, I'll stop at Y. Y came and went and before I knew it I knew I didn't stop until I had come back to the beginning of our route. My friend said, 'OMG, I thought you were going to run home, you just kept going.' We ran just a tad more after that and then did a nice walk back to the house to cool down.

I went yesterday afternoon and was fitted for a pair of running shoes at Charm City Run. When I took the first 'running' steps in them, I couldn't believe it...they felt like I was running on air....with springs in the front. (I should've gotten these shoes months ago....LOL)

On my way to work this morning I drove through the campus. I was looking at my 'run route' and I was AMAZED.

I know I'm rambling but I just can't contain my excitement. I AM A RUNNER!!!!! and I can so do this Baltimore Running Festival 5K on October 16!!!"

Yep, you read rght

Last week while sitting in my comfy desk chair, listening to some pandora radio, in the a/c may I add, I decided that I, Kim Cugle Blair, was so totally motivated that I was signing up for the Baltimore Running Festival's 5K on Saturday, October 16 (of this year :) No I didn't leave out the part where I was smoking crack either. I paid my $45 plus $3 processing fee to RUN 3.1 miles.

Now that I'm registered and have committed with my registration fee (did I mention you get an Under Armour shirt and TWO free beers after the race, motivating I know) I figured I better start more than just walking and ellipticalling (PS, the little E and I are officially dating. We weren't such great pals in the beginning but we are really a good couple now) So I found a Couch to 5K program and a FREE podcast to go with it. I can't even begin to tell you how the first day was....wanting to pee my pants and throw up at the same time just listening to the guy to tell me to run and walk ...and this was while I was driving to the route. Only once did I say I wanted my money back during the run. Not for the podcast but for the 5K. The second day of training I ran in the OCMD Convention Center parking lot. I wasn't mentally ready for Coastal Highway and while in the parking lot running in circles I honestly envisioned myself as Rocky running up all those steps. The last night of week one I honestly thought I was going to die. It was freakin' HOT!!! I saw those black dots that Christine saw so many months ago walking up the UMBC hill and I swear I had blurry, double vision. Crying wasn't an option because you have to breath to cry and I wasn't doing that so well. Tonight began week 2. 90 sec run/2 min walk intervals. Not so bad, better than I expected. (I still get so anxious) My second interval was up a decently steep hill. At just about the top, going so slow I thought I was going backward and then the "techno" type music that plays during the podcast said STOP and I was all about it, not realizing for a moment that it was the music not the guy and I should still be running...oooops!!

I just set my alarm clock for 5:30am because I told a friend I'd do UMBC with her at 5:45 tomorrow morning. Please someone tell me wtf is happening to me. If it makes you feel any better, so you feel like you still know me, I did eat 3 mini doughnuts tonight...duh, they were calling my name. Thank God we didn't have any Doritos or my keyboard might be covered in nacho cheese :)

3.5 months ago I said I needed a change because I was disgusted....27 pounds down and registered for a 5K. Who would have thought? Crazy and amazing all at the same time!!!

Training has really begun...

Almost the 3 month mark...almost!

Vaca was great and then the reality of being with my kids and husband for 12 days set in...ugh! On Sunday we became all-Blair, all the time. Sometimes you need a vacation from a vacation but this time we just needed a vacation from each other. All in all we had a good time. It truly was a relaxing, expensive, but relaxing time. We fished a lot, did Jolly Rogers Water Park, golfed, swam, and ATE. OMG did we eat. We ate like we were on a cruise!!! Thank God for the Big E (OC elliptical). Like I said, I ate and drank like a glutton but I also had a morning date each day and that I truly believed helped me quite a bit. I did gain 4 pounds while away but big Chris gained 8 and he never had an a.m. date. (well, once but I thought and he thought he was gonna die, so his dating life was over -- drama king!!) I'm proud to say that as soon as we arrived back in Arbutus, WW and I were reunited and at my weigh in today I was down the 4 and an additional 1.5....so 24.5# down!!! SUPER EXCITED!!

I've kept my end of the exercise bargain with my body, I just wish it would be a little nicer to me. Of course it could be feeling like, "In your face big girl....look what you've put me through all these years and seriously, you're not 29 anymore." I'm sure that's what it's saying -- what a bitch!! On Sunday morning, Stewie and I walked our 4 miles in the 972 degree/99.9% humidity. If I was on a treadmill and felt like that, I'd have fallen off the back but a girl and her dog have got to get home. So we walked some more. Stewie laid his little ass right in front of his water bowl when he got home, taking drinks and napping simultaneously! I swear I thought we were on a survivor series show : One Girl, One Dog! Oh well, that's old news....we're still alive and kickin'.

My black toe nail is healing up nicely (still attached) but apparently my baby toe nail on the same foot felt like it didn't want to participate anymore and decided to fall right off. So as I type, I have skin painted in place of a toe nail.

Yesterday it was so hot, again, that I decided I needed to throw some strength training into my mix. More muscle burns more calories (even when just typing). Bob and I reunited for a nice boot camp workout and then I reluctantly got on my 1.5 yr old, almost never used, home elliptical and started to form a relationship. Just so you know, I will never (at least I don't think) feel the same love for Little E as I do OC's Big E!

Next week will be 3 months, a nice 25 down or more would be awesome!!!

It's been a while

I know, it's been a while. I haven't had much extra time...don't ask what I've been doing, 'cuz I have no idea :)

Let's take it back to July 4th weekend....ugh. Great Saturday (7/3) not such a great night after 8:30pm --- mind you my walking partner and I, we're not giving that person/dog a name because it changes so frequently, so partner and I had just completed a 4mile walk that morning (in an hour). I had just upped my walk to a 4 mile hour. Anyhow, 8:30pm --- jumped into pool and BOOM!!!!! there went my ankle/foot.....holy shit!!!! Needless to say, xrays the following day and loads of swelling I was back to walking 4 miles (just not as quickly) on Wednesday 7/7. So I've been religiously walking my 4 miles and speeding my time back up. Yesterday I skipped all together because I am almost to the point that I can't walk at all in the morning and my shins and ankles ache (hurt ache) all day long. Last night I applied an Icy Hot wrap and watched TV instead.....don't get mad yet....my OC elliptical and I will be reunited this evening for 12 days and I'll stay on track!!! (hopefully my entirely black toe nail will stay in place until I can wear socks and shoes in the winter -- thanks long toe nail that banged into my shoe) Oh, 23 pounds down!!!

We are getting ready to leave for vaca this afternoon....ahhh!!! Anyhow we are planning a deep sea fishing trip while there. So I ask Chris a "dumb" question...."What do I wear?" He responds, duh "Shorts and a shirt." Now most people would have known the answer to that but I however do NOT own shorts. So yesterday I went in search of a pair of "fishing shorts." If I had wanted to wear capris I wouldn't have gone shopping. If I had wanted to wear long, black pants or jean capris, I could have bought plenty. 3 pairs, not 3 styles but THREE PAIRS of shorts were to be found in Kohl's. One in my size (which isn't my size anymore ....nice) and one pair 2 sizes smaller (might be my size next month, I could squeeze into them) and one lots of sizes smaller. So no shorts! (mind you I was suppose to be at work so I couldn't shop all day) But I have decided people don't want fat chicks to wear shorts so they don't freakin' make them!!!! Yep, I'll be the only one deep sea fishing in a sundress :) Not really but don't think it didn't cross my mind.

I have a new love (yes, I'm having an affair) My new love is not only super cute but tasty too. Mini Baby Bell light cheese and light cheese spreadable wedges. YUMMO!!! Bestest ever and so stinking cute! Lots of varieties to keep me happy :)

I didn't forget...

...I've just been dumb busy!!! And now that I have two minutes (okay really like 30) I am not loving the song that is on Pandora radio but because I've been so picky today and skipping so many songs it won't let me skip another. Ahhh, here comes some Tainted Love...BETTER!!!

So the girls' weekend (not really a weekend because it was Monday to Wednesday) ROCKED!! We had a great time. Nothing so spectacular happened unless you want to hear about how we were part of a robbery situation in the Russian mafia run sex shop on 130th street. It was truly something out of Pulp Fiction -- some crazy shit, seriously. Needless to say...go online and buy that shit or be sure to bring it to OC with you. DO NOT ENTER THE STORE!!! Other than that and some guy thinking he'd be nice and tell Christine and I we only looked about 35 (which means he thought we looked 40) nothing so terribly exciting happened except NO KIDS and NO HUSBANDS! Oh yeah! Then I came home and was raising my voice (notice, I did not say "yelling" because "raising my voice" sounds better...lol) within an hour...gotta love Blair paradise.

I'm feeling sort of really crappy! If the scale is gonna be up, it should be because I ate a cow. I think I might break down and buy a new scale -- or not. I can't decide. I just need to sit down and have a talk with him. (the scale is so a him, if it were a her it wouldn't find humor in doing what it does. Unless it's some bitch her scale!!!) I'm sure it could be hormonal. It's not that I've eaten a cow or even part of one. Do you know I had to go to bed early on Saturday night at the beach so I didn't run over to Dough Roller and eat all their pizza?! I've written down everything that has gone in my mouth since May 6...WOW!! (I know, great!) and the scale is still only down 11pounds. And how it thinks I can weigh the same in the night as I do in the morning is beyond me....damn man scale!!! But Chris told me in a very nice way and not in these words that my back fat is getting smaller. Let's face it, who doesn't want smaller back fat! Hopefully when the scale stops being such an ass it will go down a few.

And yes, I've been taking profile pix of myself...LOL. I think it's so funny to look back at the pix in the camera and see all of the self shots!

Damn Fatness!!!

Ugh...so everything I plan for gets jacked up. That being said, I am getting even more super excited for the "unofficial" start of Summer 2010 tomorrow!!!! I can't believe it's finally here. I don't even care that tomorrow's weather forecast just about sucks!! Yummy alcoholic beverages are calling my name. Super calling it, ever so loudly. For some reason to me yummy adult drinks = awesome fun. Just like last night after SATC 2, I came home and made a "wanna be" cosmo. That would be vodka and some cranberry/apple crystal light pack. Even as "wanna be" as it was, it was delicious!! (and yes, I counted the 3 pts for vodka) I told you I am ALL about this WW thing. At least until I am down another 20 pounds or so. And that is where my dilemma lies....Geez, I want to drink...not just a drink but several. So tomorrow I am going to eat lots of LOW point food so I can get my alcohol points in!!! I haven't used any of my 35 flex points this week and they will be divided up for the weekend alcohol as well. I have a plan...here goes....Saturday -- DRINKS and lots of them. Sunday -- just a few. Monday (day) -- I am laying off. Driving to OC for that girls' quick get together on Monday afternoon -- might have a celebratory beverage when we get there....idk. Then comes Tuesday night -- and a fresh 35 flex points -- thank GOD. They might be all used by Wednesday when I return to good ol' A Town but at least I have a plan!!

Did I mention how super stoked I am about SUMMER 2010!!! YIPPEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

No title, I'm just going without...

Since yesterday when I hit the "post" button I have been thinking over what to blog about next. I find it exciting that I have 2 followers so far...even though they are my friends and I think one just wants to keep tabs on me so I don't blog about her. But hey, two followers is two followers. I'm sure at some point there will be those other "followers" out there who just glance it over, read what I blog and then email it to others without me knowing so they can comment amongst themselves. Not that I've EVER done that. Hi, my name is Kim Catty!!

Chris read my blog last night. Not on his own or because he wanted to, more like, "hey I wrote this now read it." As I sat there while he read it, reading it myself, he did chuckle a few times. That made me happy. He either actually thought it was semi-funny or he was humoring me but bonus points for him!!! God knows I chuckle over and over again when I reread it 'cuz I sure do think it's funny.

So last evening was not my most fav!! I will spare you the awful details of water bottle battles, two bruises, a knot, Stewie biting my thigh, Chris puncturing his truck tire and it costing $261 to replace it, me GOING OFF on the guy who's house I parked in front of (when I knocked on his door and told him what I thought of his jackass ways) That was funny though. He never opened the storm door, I think he could see the rage in my eyes and let's be serious...me, rage and bike shorts are not a great combination. Then came my walk. By the time my partner and I , we'll call her Christine, well, because that's her name. So by the time Christine and I walked up into UMBC and got to "the hill" I felt like we had run a 5K (I was gonna say marathon but let's get real...I'd die at mile 3) It was so freakin' hot and humid last night. We've been walking long enough that we talk sometimes about how "the hill" is nice and shaded and how it doesn't seem so bad anymore. Someone needed to remind my stomach of those thoughts because half way up my dinner decided to make a small reappearance and then when we got to the top Christine thought she was gonna pass out ( I won't tell you that she looked like it too) so we tool a puke/pass out break. All that said, we made better time than usual even in the HEAT. Today is only better (a lot) better because we said, "Screw the walk!!" We are going to see Sex in the City instead. This is happening because two years ago Mom and I saw the first one when it first came out so I guess we've started tradition. Not that I mind tradition and I do love my mom to death, we are bffs (sometimes) and co-workers, she's really my boss but I like to forget that part (oh, PS I was on time today) all that said, there is just something about seeing a full naked man (beautiful and well endowed man) with your mom at the movies. I got over it though and she said she was going home that night, stripping down to her bday suit and offering up a buffet...not sushi but she had a can of tuna in the cupboard. Way to go Dad -- ewwww!!!!

Tomorrow I am heading to my hair girls' house for some summer blondeness!!! I asked Christine the other night if she thought I should grow it out, she said NO..yay her because this cut is so seriously easy!! Anyhow that discussion made me revisit why I got the short cut in the first place. It was just under 2 years ago and Black Jenn and I were at Center Court (w/ Stiff Mike they were dating then....so she wasn't so black just stiff) Anyhow, this older guy....had to be drunk...said I reminded him of that Joe Dirt movie person. My first response, "Who, JOE DIRT?" "No, no that girl" he said. Finally we came up with , no, not Jamie Presley..., but Brittany Daniels. So I goggled her while at work. She is HOT. She is seriously hotter than hot and not to mention had an awesome short, blonde cut. So I printed some pix and emailed a few to my girl and that was that! I googled her again the day after Christine and I had that discussion and she is still HOT. What I did realize is, she is exactly what I think I look like. No, not when I look in the mirror or God forbid at pix of me now (delete, delete, delete) but in my head I am HER!!! I'm gonna share a pic with you so you can see the likeness.... Well, I guess you can't surprise someone with a pic, there are only a few layout options, none of which can put the pic after what I wrote. So you already saw her but now you know why! Iknow, you thought it was me at first. I can completely understand!!!

Still the beginning

Holy moley! That worked out so nice. It does have spell check, it highlights the "bad" words and then gives you suggestions. I just have to remember to change the time on the posts. I just posted that last one about 20 mins ago and it's 1:43pm now....so the clock is a bit off.

Let's get stared on a bit of a bio. Not a long history but just what made me want to do this....

As I said, I am fat and fatter and fat and fatter always. Anyhow our community pool opens this weekend...YAY, can't wait. A couple months ago I tried on my bathing suit and wondered WTF...this can't be what I was looking like last year. Although it probably was I was just a bit paler. (just a bit 'cuz I love me some fake bake!) Anyhow, I of course knew it was time to start counting my WW points AGAIN! Me and WW go way back. We first met in August 2002 after my second child was born. Not right after, he was born in January and it took me that long to be TOTALLY disgusted. In fact I remember watching Oprah (funny, I swear he was conceived during Oprah too -- and I don't watch her all that much) Anyhow, watching Oprah and it was about weight loss and I knew (while eating the entire frozen pizza - I mean it was frozen before I baked it) I had to do something. SO the next day I went to WW and we fell in love!!! I lost a nice 50 pounds by April 2003. Damn, I looked good. But since then I have lost the same 40 pounds (I pride myself in not gaining those 8 final pounds back...LOL) about 4 times. Why am I back again???? Simply because Chris and I booked a trip to the Riviera Maya for a few days in October and I'd like to feel better than Jaba the Hut while there. Yes, Jaba...that's who I feel like when I'm fatter! Can't even move around to have the sex because I'm JABA! It's gross, I know.

We booked our trip on April 29 of this year. I got excited (and yes, still am) Anyhow, I bought a dress...I'm addicted to fun summer dresses...but my butt isn't!!! So I tried on this dress just knowing it would be PERFECT in Mexico. Um hello, not looking like that in it it wouldn't!!! EWWWW!!! Still, the dress wasn't enough. I started cleaning out a closet full of "fat" (not fatter) clothes to make space. I decide to try on a pair, okay, "the pair" of jean shorts -- not knee length either -- that I wore when those 50# (w/o exercise -- thanks not being 30 yr old yet) melted off my body. So the shorts come right up over my thighs and mu butt...woohoo...but I couldn't stuff all of the front fat into them to even think about buttoning or zipping those mf-ers! FATTER KIM!!!! that is what made me call a friend and tell her all about the front fat not fitting. She asked me what I wanted to do about it and she would help. I told her to meet me at UMBC the following evening, we were walking!!! ( don't think about stalking us there....we're still fat and we will kick your ass!!! just saying) We started walking, even though two days later was our favorite beer holiday, Cinco de Mayo. We did w/o the beer, huffed our asses up the hill and started counting points. That was 3 weeks ago. I am happy to say that we are still walking and counting and I am down 11 ...yes, count them, you'll need your toes too, 11 pounds!!! All that being said, I've learned NOT to eat turkey meatballs before a weigh in day -- the scale and turkey meatballs are clearly not friends! SO here I am 11 pounds down, feeling like I must be a size 10 by now (oh, hello mirror) and getting a little anxious about the Memorial Day wknd ahead. The pool opens and the pool = beers!! I LOVE beer. I might be becoming a friend of liquor this summer, more bang for your buck! So we have the opening wknd and then I am traveling to lovely OCMD for a short but hopefully very sweeeeeet girls' only trip. I can taste the Pain in da Asses now....

In the Beginning

Wow, here goes....I guess I've only blogged a few times on my MySpace, does that count? There are so many things going on in my head 1. does this baby have spell check? I'd like to tell you I am a GREAT typer but that would be lie numero uno. 2. I'm probably going to ramble and skip around but that's your problem not mine!! 3. So I'm typing in this "post box" what the hell is this shit gonna look like when I'm done. In fact I might want to make this short just so I can play with it a little (no ass, not myself -- this template shit!)

I was originally planning to "blog" my yet again, weight loss journey. Not that I've ever blogged it, I wrote in a journal about it before but I guess that is so 90's....but it's my "yet again" because I have always fought with my weight. Not because I was abused, not loved, have low self esteem or anything...simple fact -- weight loss takes WORK and I can be totally lazy. Being fat is easy, being trim :) not so much. There's so much planning involved. And although (can you start a sentence with and?) I have a "planner" sort of personality, just ask our friends...my friends, Chris' friends, I'll just call them our friends....well, it's either a planner thing or a need to be in control. Maybe that's why I plan other stuff - "cuz it's too much work to get my own ass in gear....ooooo, there's a thought. So as you can see, I will probably be blogging about lots of stuff, not just my fatness. I think I'm gonna save this (although it keeps auto-saving itself) and see what happens.