I Can't Feel My Feet!!

So, today hasn't been too bad of a day.  I have really tried to focus, and even though I may not have made the best choices, I made better ones than I have in the past.

A friend of mine turned me on to My Fitness Pal, which will scan bar codes of foods you eat versus having to manually enter everything you eat.  Uh - yes, please.  I may be technologically challenged at times, but hey - I can figure out some things.  I have fallen in love with it.  I am telling everyone who will stand still long enough.  So, if you see me walking toward you with my phone in hand, this is your fair warning that I will be like an Amway salesman showing you my newest product!!

I have decided that I needed to start exercising.  So, after I came home and made dinner (turkey burgers, sweet potato fries, baked beans), I got Addisyn in the tub and got her ready for bed and went to face the beast.  This monstrosity of a contraption called the treadmill.  Now, for those who love to exercise, I am pretty sure I heard your hearts swoon.  However, I am pretty sure that sound was almost completely drowned out by my screams of "NOOOOOOOOO!"  But, I know that I have to do this in order to make any notable progress.

I got changed, climbed on, and set off.  Okay, not too bad.  I had Investigation Discovery on, the "Cool Breeze Fan" on the treadmill blowing, my bottle of water next to me, and my phone beside me in case I need to dial 911.  "I can do this" I kept repeating to myself.  I started the trek to nowhere.

I eased into it.  "Doing good," I told myself.  I move the speed up some.  Okay, now we're trucking.  Addisyn came running into the bedroom trying to figure out what the noise was.  After she saw what I was doing, she stayed - which I think was an attempt to make sure she was there if I needed her to go get Daddy!  haha

You know that point in your workout where you are feeling good, like you are the newest Jillian Michaels, and you decide that this isn't hard enough for you?  "Let's try running."  Now, for those of you that know me, I tend to live by Jason Harrison's motto - if you see me running, you better run too because something is out to get me!!  So, I decide to run during the commercials.  Okay, I will be honest with you and tell you the last time I ran was in high school when the gym teacher was yelling at you to run and it happened to be the day I forgot to forge an excuse note from my mom before getting to class.  People - that has been almost 18 years ago!!  But, I am happy to announce that I ran between 2 commercial breaks; not the entire breaks, but at least a minute of each one.  Hey - that is good for me.  

The timer went off.  I walked 48:57 and walked 2 miles exactly.  That isn't a great time, but the equivalent of 1/2 my dinner, so that is pretty good.  Only question now is - am I not supposed to be able to feel my feet????