Before I had kids, I never gave a thought to what I ate or did, as my metabolism was just fast enough that I never had to worry about it. Ever since Breanne, though, I’ve been struggling to get down to a weight I feel comfortable with. Cory and I both are currently around 30 lbs heavier than we were when we got married (hope you don’t mind that I told that to the blogging world, Cory… sorry), something we realized a few weeks ago, and were disappointed by. So we’ve finally made a resolve to do something active about our weight gain.

So over the last 2 weeks, Cory and I have been making a serious effort to work out. We’ve gotten up early almost every other day to go running, do some crunches, and suffer through some push-ups. I’ve been so proud of us–at least for me, this is my first time ever seriously attempting to improve my body. We had to slow down a little bit from our first week, because my post-partem body was complaining in unhealthy ways, but since we’ve been taking it easier, things have gone well. I am seriously proud of us, and am hoping we can keep it up forever. Our somewhat short term goals are to look better for Katie’s wedding (July 3), and to perhaps run a 5K at the end of the summer. That would be the most either of us have ever run. Wish us luck.

So the disappointment mentioned in the title? I’ve been questioning how far we’ve actually been running (there are supposed to be 8 blocks in a mile, we thought, but I was having a hard time believing we could run a half-mile on the first day…), so we finally drove around our block on Saturday night, and it turns out it’s only 1/3 a mile around each time, so we haven’t actually been exercising quite as much as I thought. Slight bummer, but we will continue to progress, and eventually get up to where we want to be, I hope.