In Which: I have happy feet

As promised, Scott and I went shoe shopping today to replace my tired old running shoes that I have had for too long, and which  were the cause of painfully pulled calf muscles earlier this month. 

Look at these beauties!!!

I have a new favorite shoe brand!!!

Here is a shameless plug for my new favorite shoes: Brooks. I had never heard of them before, but as someone with high arches and flexible ankles, I need a very particular type of arch support to help me run properly, and without injuring myself. Of all the shoes I tried, NONE even came close to the feeling of these shoes. The arch is high, and the soles have great cushion and structure, while they are still classified as a lightweight shoe. They cinch up around my narrow feet and make them look cute and small (which is a plus for me--Scott didn't understand that one).

In short, they are perfect. Hopefully they are $100 worth of perfection. Expensive, but I definitely plan on running my money's worth out of these shoes!!

In Which: I decide to run

Let's just agree to be frank. I have gained about 40 pounds of unwelcome "newlywed" weight. More accurately, this probably started with the stress of being engaged and getting married during the semester, and my workout habits went out the window--not that they were that great in the first place. College has not been my figure's best friend. I eat too much junk because it is quick and convenient and I tell myself I have too much studying to do to allow time for the gym. I am putting my foot down. I can't stand the bins of clothes that are just too small, but I can't throw away because I desperately want to believe I will fit in them again. I can't stand looking in the mirror and seeing a face and body I don't recognize and don't want to claim as my own.

So you don't worry that I am totally bonkers and shallow, this is definitely about more than looks or a number on a scale or clothing tag. I want to feel healthy, strong and confident. If I was this size and fit, I would not be complaining.  But I know my body, and I know that this is not a healthy and responsible way for me to live.

In which: My sister leaves for Arizona adventures

My baby sister is going on a mission for our church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) for eighteen months in Tucson, Arizona. Even though she will only be a car ride away, she can't call, except on Christmas and Mother's Day, and she can only email one day a week. I am so excited for her and proud of her for going on this brave adventure. Scott and I picked her up from the airport last night.

In Which: I ramble for a while about my current status

When I first got married, I vowed to myself never to start a blog. Mostly because I feel like all the young, married people I know tend to over-broadcast the details of their life to the world. I am not a big fan of the public mushiness that I see running rampant on my newsfeed. Unlike my peers, on my husband's birthday, I do not feel the need to post "Happy birthday to the hunkiest hunk in the whole wide world!!" Followed or preceded by a lengthy, gushy paragraph about why my "hunk" happens to be the best. Instead, I wish him a happy day to his face and we eat his favorite foods and give gifts.

So, why in the world am I writing a blog?