I dreamed of a wedding of elaborate elegance; a scene filled with flowers and friends. I asked him what kind of wedding he wished for; he said one that would make me his wife.
Well, besides of course having a brood of children and an amazing husband. :)

As I said in my last post, I have been craving that competitive part of myself.  I miss pushing myself to limits that once seemed impossible.  I miss the actual HURT of pushing myself above and beyond.  To the limits.  I miss it terribly.

And while I am terribly out of shape at the moment, I know what I am physically capable of when I train and stick to a plan.

I don't know if this is something I will do before or after I have kids or if I CAN even achieve it.  I do know, though, that I want to try.  It's all about having confidence in myself and having other peoples support along the way.

It's about going for something you really want...even if it may be far fetched.  It's about having no regrets. You can never regret something, even if it doesn't work out as long as you have given it your best shot, right? At least you tried.

As I said, I don't know when this will be.  1 year, 5 years, 10 years....who knows.  It doesn't matter...I am going to do everything I can to get there.

I want to be an Iron Woman.
Hi, my name is Stephanie and I have a problem with making commitments.

There, I said it!

About 7 or 8 months ago I decided that I was going to run the Chevron Houston 1/2 Marathon.  I was excited and totally motivated.  I was sticking with running.  I was running at least 3 times a week...consistently. Then something happened.  I got married on November 7.  Right in the prime of my training.  Yah, yah.  What an excuse right?  I know it really shouldn't be an excuse because I should have known better than to try and train for a 1/2 marathon and plan a wedding, right?  Wrong. I tried.  The thing is, I didn't complete it.  I didn't even try running it. I think I did the right thing by not going out there and overdoing it and hurting myself, but I've honestly been having a really rough time dealing with the fact that I didn't do it.

How embarrassing.

I told tons of people what my plan was! Ugh.  I just can't help but want to dig a hole and climb in it until people forget.  You see, I've always been athletic.  There was never an issue there, but once I quit soccer in college I lost that part of my life.  I CRAVE that part of myself.  The incredible self-confidence.  Motivation.  The challenge. All of it. It's gone.  Have I lost anyone yet? I know I am jumping around a lot. Sorry.

The point is, I made a plan and I didn't follow through with it and I am really hating myself for it. I c.a.n.n.o.t. LET IT GO! It's really affecting my mood because I feel like a failure to myself and others and my self confidence has plummeted.

I need to do something. 

So what did I do?  I went and made ANOTHER plan.  Sheesh. Really? Yah, really.

Here it goes. 

(Click to enlarge!)

There it is!

I start Monday, February 1.  This plan is SEVEN weeks and guess what! As luck would have it, at the end of the 7 week mark there is a race in Houston.  March 20, 2010.  I am racing a 5k.


Ask me how it's going. What I did the day before.  What I am doing that day.  Why did I not run....

I need to do this for myself, but I need others to be accountable to. 

So, who's gonna help? Who is going to hold me accountable?

More importantly....who wants to train and run the race with me?

I have to do this for myself.


Everyone go over to my cool friends blog and tell her HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! :)
This weekend went by way too fast.  Very unfortunate.  Andrew worked Friday night and when he got home Saturday morning he wasn't tired so we went and ran some errands.  Around lunch we were starved and decided to go to Freebirds.  It just opened up in Pearland and Andrew has never had it before.  Sinful, I know. 

Okay, for those of you who have never met my husband... he is weight challenged.  As in, really thin.  He is one of those men who can eat WHATEVER and never gain an ounce. Unlike me who thinks of a saltine and gains a pound automatically. I just don't understand it.  Okay, anyway, off my soapbox.  The point of the story is, he is really thin and ordered the HUGE burrito.

It's bigger than his thigh!  ;)

Here's my spread... I decided to eat "healthy", so I went for a burrito bowl. 

Tortilla on the side. :)

Seriously though, I kid you not... I was chatting with him and next thing I knew I looked up to this....

I don't know how the boy does it...where does it all go?  He was ONE BITE from being done.  He had no leftovers.  I had almost my whole bowl leftover.  I think Andrew's first visit to Freebirds was a success, no?

Sundays are always reserved for football watching. Ask me how much I love it.  : /  Apparently Bailey loves it, too, huh???

Doesn't this remind you of the Wizard of Oz when the Wicked Witch has her feet sticking out from under the house that fell on her?  :) Yah, I thought so too!

Apparently Freebirds was the light of our weekend. Oh well, can't win them all, right?

PS:  Does anyone have any miracle cures for zits?  I rarely ever get them but my face decided to hate me and sprouted two ugly ones this weekend.  Please help! They're talking to me....