It's hard to believe that this is my LAST Saturday post before Ben comes home!! Woot Woot! That's right everyone, my man is coming home next Friday! It's been 9 long months, and I can hardly wait to just be mom and wife again. Being mom AND dad is no fun at all. Besides, I never have gotten used to sleeping alone...
Yesterday, I felt this new surge of energy that popped up with the sun. It seems I haven't seen my big bright friend in a long time. Winter up here can be so cold and dreary. I am so ready for spring!
Anyway, I thought that it was finally warm enough to put the boys in the jogging stroller and go for my first run out doors. I was so excited! I even wore a cute little running outfit that I put together.(Sorry about the quality of the picture. I took it in a dirty mirror and it distorted my face a little... I think...)
Would you believe me if I told you I haven't worn that jacket since high school!? So true. In fact, I don't even think it's mine... hmmm... did I nick it from baby sis? Oh, well. That was like 12 years ago.
It would be a vast understatement to say the boys were THRILLED when I pulled out the stroller, tucked them in with blankets and goodies, and off we went!
Now have you ever felt like a prisoner before? And I don't mean literally. I mean trapped in your own body, whether with physical illnesses, impairments, and/or a disability? I have. For several years I had felt like a prisoner in my own flesh. Trapped inside an obese body that looked nothing like the person I felt I was inside.
I worked out, ate all the things I should have and the weight just wouldn't come off. I was miserable and near accepting that I would always be a fat person. I used to tell people that I was a fit person trapped in a fat suit with no zipper. I was a prisoner in every sense of the word.
Today, when I walked outside, and I felt the sun on my face, it felt great! And then I just started running. And I went and went. I even tackled hills for the first time. All the while pushing my little guys right along with me... who only after a few minutes zonked out -- which made my run VERY peaceful.
If you saw a blond running, pushing a jogging stroller with a huge smile on her face, that was me. I couldn't stop smiling. With the sun shining down on me, my legs not tiring from the run, I felt, for the first time since I can remember, free. Free from the prison I have lived in for so long! Free from that weight that made me so tired and sluggish all the time. I was alive! And I was happy! And my man is coming home next week! I had every reason for feeling GREAT! I felt like Mel Gibson running into battle yelling, "FREEEEDOMMMM!!"
I'll tell you, I experienced true joy yesterday... and I can't wait to feel that way again! Have a great weekend everyone!