Building Endurance

So, today was my first day for a 30 min walk. I have finished my 4 days of 20 min walking. I realized, while my muscles stopped aching and just felt warm, I'm building my endurance. I love this! I know it's repetitive, but it's necessary to train to run. With everything in life, we must practice over and over with small steps, advancing difficulty to get to do greater things for longer amounts of time. I am always in preparation for something. My two goals, right now are running and getting remarried. I have also learned, over time, through lots of practice, to step back and see the bigger picture. I have learned to see my progress and see how far I've advanced toward my goals. I hope to always give God all the glory and see all the beauty in my everyday!

Learning to Run

Last month, I learned I was way outta shape. I cleaned someone else's house, and it took me much longer than a year before.
I decided I needed to get in shape, plus I need to lose weight for health reasons, and I wanna look great in my wedding dress that I'll, someday make.
I kept seeing my step-sister post all these accomplishments of running 5k's and even a marathon! What! Yeah.
So, after having this tiny running book for a few months, getting decent sneakers, seeing a 50° day, I had to make a serious commitment. I will learn how to run!
With my little cockapoo by my side, I am beginning my training. I wrote the training days on my calendar. My goal is to be able to join Lila in her runs, someday.
No one was born a champion. It takes training and determination. We can do anything when we learn to prepare ourselves.
This year, I am learning to set goals. I never had plans turn out well, but with a goal, desire and preparation, plans work.

Nothing is Perfect and It's O.K.

For the longest time, I always thought I had to be "perfect", and I had to perfect everything I did. I can't pinpoint how it all began, but it was awful!
I'd freak out if my hair wouldn't behave. I wouldn't eat but 2c of veggies a day. I exercised frequently and did 100 crunches every night before bed. I was only 135# when I graduated high school. I was very broken. I don't know who I was comparing myself to, but I was delusional thinking that if everything was perfect, I'd be happy.
I'm so glad I grew up and sought counselling. My head was screwed on not too tightly, or maybe it was over tightened.
The only way I learned the truth behind happiness was listening to people talk. Everyone that looked so perfect, to me were broken on the inside. Many hid battles they dealt with, daily. The ones who strived for perfection, like me, had horrible self images.
When things don't go as planned, it's alright. That's just a change of plans. If my hair won't do what I want it to do, I try figuring out what it wants to do. Yeah, life's messy, but everything washes and dries. If it's leather or wool, it can be replaced.
Now that I've grown up, I value time and life as the best parts of life. I don't care if someone decides they need my stuff more than me. My life, and the lives of my loved ones means more than things.
Where are your priorities? Have you allowed things or people to rob you of your joy? Just reorganize your thoughts by stepping back, closing your eyes, taking a few deep, slow breaths and prioritize.