"Ready Ready Ready Ready Ready to Ru-uun"

Okay, friends. It's like this. (Warning: I'm predicting a long post, full of half-thunk ideas--I said "thunk" on purpose--and loads of random mixed with crazy. You're going to want to get something to drink and nibble on whilst you read.) Anyhoo--I've kept this private for lame reasons that I'm sure I'll end up expounding on later but, well, okay--it's like this:
For the last 2 fast Sundays, I've been fasting and praying about Primary. (For those of you no-mo's who don't know (snort! I'm hilarious!) "Fast Sunday" is the 1st Sunday of every month. We skip 2 meals and give the $ we'd have spent on food to a special fund in the Church that assists others financially. This is a great opportunity for clarity and inspiration but sometimes leads to general grumpiness. So if you ask your Mormon friend what they had for lunch and they yell that they hate you and you should shut your big fat face, know that they don't mean it. They're just hungry.) So anyway, I've been fasting about Primary because, well, it's stressful and you'll understand why in January. BOTH months while I've been searching for answers in THAT arena, I have felt so strongly that I need to be a whole lot more healthy than I am. This is not so much fun because it equals work to which I am highly opposed, unless of course it's fun work. The first month, I shrugged it off because I had a LOAD of other stuff on my plate (no pun intended) but then when the same prompting came to me again this month---only way stronger---I felt like I should pay attention. This is scary for so many reasons. 1. Why? Why this prompting? Is it just because it's important anyways or is there some scary event looming in my near future? Will I need a kidney but be unable to get one because I'm chubby? Who knows? Anyway, it was strong and I tend to try to listen to those. So I decided I needed to make changes starting with cutting out fast food and soda (The most obvious offenses), write down what I eat and exercise. I've actually been doing well. It's been ONE WHOLE WEEK (LOL) and I've done okay. Not perfect, but okay. I'm even more motivated by the fact that Jack loves to exercise with me. Sweet little muffin. It's been good and he's a great motivator. (The 2nd morning, he woke me up and said, "Mom, I'm ready to exercise. First, make breakfast for me and Sister but then--exercise!" How do you say no to that??)
Having said this, it's a scary thing to undertake. I am such a lame-o. Really. I really only enjoy doing things that are "fun" and as soon as that ceases to be, so does the activity. Will I keep doing this when it's not fun? Will I prove that I am not only a disappointment to myself but to my family and to you guys--my friends who love and support me? I think that's the biggest reason I've wanted to keep it to myself. I don't want to be accountable to someone who would be disappointed in me but at the same time, that's exactly to whom I SHOULD be accountable. Sigh.
So, along those lines, someone mentioned a running program called "couch to 5K." Have you heard of this? It's a training program that gets you started running by using short intervals of both. I can't be bothered to explain it all--if you don't know what it is, click this link. And I'm going to start tomorrow. (I can't really start today because I have these two midgets running around.) This is actually very overwhelming because the ONLY time I'll have to run is going to be in the mornings. Which I hate with an absolute, ever-ending, undying passion. It's friggin' cold and EARLY and I'm coming down with a cold anyway and blah blah blah. However, I'm going to do it. Trying isn't doing. Doing is doing. I am an all or nothing kind of girl, which often is what trips me up. I'm not satisfied with a little bit here and there. I either want it all or not at all. Maybe this is what I need to learn. I don't know. At any rate, here I go. To quote an awesome guy that I admire greatly--onward and upward. This is going to be my new personal motto! ;o) Wish me luck and promise you'll still love me even if I fail miserably and drown my sorrows in ChexMix and Cherry Coke.