Turning myself in.

That's it.  I'm turning myself in.  

No, my new exercise spree has not turned me into some mastermind criminal.  I am not in cahoots with the Joker, the Riddler, or any of the other "-er" villians who seem to stalk Batman.

I am turning myself in to the Weight Watchers Police.

I have been in denial for a long time; as if merely paying for my monthly WW pass would magically make the pounds that have crept onto my body magically melt away like some sort of magic wand.  I tried to pretend that making "ok" choices most of the time would get me what I want.  I even started blaming the scale . . . it was obviously wrong.  I stopped going to WW meetings.  I stopped even going to WW to weigh in.  I didn't need to go, right?  I knew what I was doing.  I could do this on my own.  Right?  Right?

Wrong!

So wrong!  

I know that WW works.  Before my wedding I was in the best shape of my life.  I felt AWESOME about myself.  After I had Lulu, I was back to WW and dropped a bunch of weight as well.  I think the problem is that I stopped working it.  I got sloppy...in my program, which resulted in sloppiness physically.

So, as of Saturday, I am turning myself in.  This time I whole heartedly feel like it'll be different.  I am not ashamed to be returning, like I have in the past.  I know that there are many, many sucessful WW'ers out there that stopped and started a bunch of times before getting it right...I'll be in good company.

So now what?

When I first started this blog, I was in the midst of writing my thesis.  I never in a million years thought I would actually finish, nevermind receive a big fat A!  More recently I traveled to Disney World with my parents, their spouses, my husband, my daughter, and for four days, my pain in the bum brother.  Now that the challenge and excitement of traveling with 8 people at the Happies Place on Earth is over...I am looking for the next mountain to scale.  

I'm thinking...marathon.

The first and admittedly foremost reason why I want to train to run this ungodly amount of miles is that I have the sneaking suspicion that NO ONE in my family believes that I can do it.  Hell...I don't so much believe that I can do it, but it would be nice to prove us all wrong, wouldn't it?

I am the Queen of unfinished things...I would love, just for this once, to finish something important.  This endeavor would involve me finishing not one, but two things...Number One...the training and Number Two...the Marathon itself.

Now I'm not going crazy.  I am not planning on BQ'ing or anything wacky like that.  I am not even planning on doing this in the true near future.  My plan, as I have sketched out thus far, is to do two half marathons (at least) first.  The first half that I am planning to do is in October, the Nike Virtual Women's Half.  Perhaps I'll do another in the Spring and plan my marathon for Fall of '09.  I want to pick a "cool" one, a Rock N' Roll one perhaps, travel and have a blast.

Goodbye Toenails...Hello 26.2.