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Forty, Fit and Fabulous! (Operation: Fit for Felicity)


            This is a big year for us.  In a few short months we will be in China to bring home our little girl, big changes are coming in the way we homeschool (a post is coming) and in December, I turn 40.  The age 40 does not really bother me at all.  Turning 30 didn’t either.  To me it is just another year.  I have grown wiser, I hope.  But, even though the actual age does not bother me, its effects do bother me somewhat.  Truthfully, I am starting to feel old.  I cannot get 5 hours of sleep and expect to be able to function normally the next day with an extra cup of coffee.  Workouts and miles logged that did not bother me years ago, suddenly cause aches and pains never felt before.  At first, I thought that there must be something wrong with me . . . after all, I used to be able to do all these things and bounce back easily.  But, after talking to some 40-something friends, they reassured me that the aches and pains I was feeling we not a sign that I was horribly out of shape or that I had a serious medical condition.  I was, in fact, just getting old and these minor things were just a sign of that harsh reality.

                On top of that, the last several months have been tough.  Ever since we have been matched with Felicity Grace, I have been more stressed than normal.  Attempting to get the house ready, planning fundraisers, and you know, normal life activities have left me sleepless and worn out.  I have not been eating as well as I should.  I may or may not have added chocolate bars with almonds back into my diet.  My workouts have gone from sometimes two a day, to about 3 per week.  The scale has crept up a little, my pants have gotten a little tighter and I feel “fluffy.”  And when my morning workouts are off or non-existent, my prayer time suffers too. And, like a chain reaction, my days do not go as well either.

               I do not want to enter my 40’s feeling like this.  I do not want to bring home our little girl and chase a toddler around, feeling like this.  I do not want to meet with personal training clients, embarrassed at how I look or how out of shape I am.  So, I have been formulating a plan. .  . and I am calling it Forty, Fit and Fabulous!

          Since I need a reset, I am going to start next week off with Beachbody’s newest program called 3 Day Refresh.  This is a quick cleanse to help me get back on track with my eating.



My workouts will consist of PiYo every day.  I have been looking forward to this workout for a while.
  It is a Pilates and Yoga combination workout to get you lean and strong.  It is very low impact but effective.  The main reason I am looking forward to is because I miss running so much.  Two years ago I injured myself and I cannot seem to get my mileage past 5 miles without some sort of IT band issue or glute issue popping up due to my injury.  I need a workout that will tighten and tone my muscles and fortify my core without aggravating my hamstring/glute injury that does not want to go away.  My main goal with this is to get back into a good, lean running condition where I can run 10 miles easily.  My workouts will consist of PiYo every day, with running 3-4 times a week.


          I desperately need accountability on this one.  I will not bore you all with daily updates here, although I will post, from time to time about this journey and progress.  But, I will be posting regularly on my Instagram feed.  So, if you are interested, you can follow me there at: runningwithboys. Or, if anyone wants to join me on this quest to feel fit and fabulous, let’s do this together!

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