Daily Archives: September 10, 2008

A Derfy update (with photos!)

20 years ago, I went from a totally non-runner to a half-hearted jogger.  This was only because my husband really wanted his young bride to try his beloved sport.  For the record, I was terrible at it.  Oh, he tried to make it better by giving me pointers about how to hold my arms, point my feet — good tips, all. 
But I hated it. 

married for a year and managing the weight

married for a year and managing the weight

 

 

 

 

Still, I was in decent shape (that particular shape being still decently slender), as proved by this photo taken 19-1/2 years ago.

 

 

Fast forward to 14+ years ago:  I started running because I wanted to.  I ran 2 miles, 3 days per week; usually I did this with 2 toddlers in the jogging stroller!  Determined?  Who, me?? 
I ran a 5K (Seattle’s Firecracker 5000).
I ran what I thought to be a 10K (Tacoma’s Sound-to-Narrows) that I now realize was 12K. 
I ran in Spokane’s 12K Bloomsday Race, part of the annual Lilac Festival.  Way back in 1994, I ran every single step of Bloomsday.  I was still passing people near the finish line.  I was so proud of myself!  (Yes, I’m still glorying in that; why do you ask?)

 

 

 

Around that time, I looked like this.  Not skinny, but healthy and in-shape.  I could run, I could dance, I could keep up with my 2 little boys, and even carry them at the same time. 
I did a lot of that.

 

 

 

That was 15 years ago.  

Fast forward a few more years, and you get to this healthy specimen!

Otherwise known as the summer I could haul 100 pounds of kid with me on a bike ride

Otherwise known as the summer I could haul 100 pounds of kid with me on a bike ride

Dang, I’m proud of this!  I know my husband likes it, too, because I had to dig through his own photo album to find it!  I am so glad my neighbor took that photograph!  I’d like to look like that again. 

Emotional Eater, anyone? 

I tend to put on weight when we move.  As an Army familiy, moving happens every few years.  It’s probably a result of emotional eating — getting the family settled into a new place, not having friends– same old story.  Still, one year after that awesome-looking woman above?  While I’d slipped a bit, I could still hike with my family, and I didn’t look too bad:

hiking in New Mexico, summer 1998

hiking in New Mexico, summer 1998

Nevermind the fact that the scanner makes everything show up in mirror image!

It's not just about my butt

It's not just about my butt

 

 

 

 

What I do mind is that I now look like this…

Those vacation photos were pretty horrifying this year.

 

 

 

 I want to change.  I want to be different.  I want to be HEALTHY!!

I’m hoping that the inspiration of Mrs. G –and the motivation of the fellow Derfwads– will get me there.

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