Woohoo, I ran a mile. It was the first full one since my 32nd week, so almost 10 weeks ago. It was hot and slow but it felt great! We took Lucy in the Bob and she really seems to like it. I think she likes the motion and being outside. I'm planning for my first full marathon next spring, the Little Rock Marathon in March. That gives me 9 months so I can take it nice and slow at first. I'm hoping to get at least one, possibly two, half marathons in between now and then as well. I'm so excited to get back into running!
I ended up gaining somewhere between 40 and 43 pounds, and have lost about 20 of it so far. With the start of training, I'm trying to cut out most junk food...which unfortunately happens to be my favorite food group. I'm not going to be following any set diet plan, but just eliminating as much sugar and refined/processed carbs as possible, eating frequently and increasing the protein and veggie intake. I'm hopeful that the return to exercise combined with breastfeeding will get the remaining 20ish pounds off. My ultimate goal is to lose about 30 more total, to take me to 10 lbs less than I was when I got pregnant. I know it will not happen overnight but I'm ready to be a little happier with what I see in the mirror, plus it's a lot tougher to run with the extra weight. It's funny though, after going through that labor and delivery I have such pride in my body that the post-baby flab really doesn't bother me nearly as much as I expected it to.
Rich has been off this weekend, and it's been really nice to have a few days with just he, Lucy and I (off topic: was that grammatically correct? If anyone knows, please correct me if not because I always struggle with this particular grammar point and it bugs me to not know if it's right). He is a fantastic Daddy so far, changing diapers, giving bottles of pumped milk, rocking her when she cries and just doing all he can to help me out since she has to be attached to me so many hours of the day for nursing. I couldn't imagine going through this alone or with a less supportive and active partner. Lucy will be 3 weeks old tomorrow and it is flying by so fast. I'm trying to treasure every moment...including the middle of the night fussing, spit up on my clothes, poop in her hair and all the other wonderful moments that one day I know I'll wish I had to do over again.
Oh..and did I mention that I RAN A MILE TODAY??? Yeah, I'm a little excited about it.