Last week I ventured into the local public library for the first time in months.  I owed them money from a book that I lost and no library needs seemed so important that I was ready to go in and pony up the bucks.  Summer is here and Leila is officially old enough for her own library card.  That seemed like a good enough reason for me to head back there, and while I was there I decided to find myself some reading materials. 

I don’t like fiction so I strolled past shelf after shelf before I found myself at the back of the library reviewing the old familiar dewey decimal numbers.  I tend to look for non fiction that relates to my life and lately I have been focused on running. 

I picked up a book about women runners and began flipping.  I put the book back on the shelf, it wasn’t about or for me.

I am not looking for the best marathon for beginners. I am not interested in a marathon at all.

I am not trying to lose baby weight (unless you are referring to the weight that I have been carrying around since *I* was a baby. I am all too familiar with that weight.  “She just hasn’t lost her baby weight yet, she will thin out.”  31 years old and I am still waiting for the miraculous thinning. As far as the official baby weight, meaning the weight you still have after you give birth, I don’t have any.  In fact, I am currently 35 lbs lighter then I was when I got pregnant with Leila.  So that excuse doesn’t work for me.

I am not looking for tips on getting my pace under an 8 minute mile. 

I am looking at ways to get my BMI under obese.

I am a real, regular fat girl.  For now.