Wow. Pushing a thirty-five pound two year old is hard. I thought it would be fun to take Miss B for a run with me. It is a beautiful morning. It was perfect. I enjoyed every minute. She is quite fun to talk to. I wanted to get 4 miles in today. At 3 miles she had to go potty. Thank goodness we were by the Rec Center. We hurried and took care of business. I got another mile in, half of which was uphill. I wanted to walk so bad. I just kept thinking, "If it doesn't kill me, it will make me stronger." That thought just kept going through my mind. I made it. I feel good. I have sweat dripping every where!

I've got to update my Daily Mile and then shower. On with the day. Love my run!

Before I go, I just have to record somethings that are happening in this part of the journey. One of my friends and her daughter joined WW with me. Very exciting to see someone else starting. Her husband approached me in church and said,"You are my inspiration. If you can do, I can do it!" Last night at a Relief Society meeting, my friend who sat by me told me she started running this week. She kept telling herself that if Molly can do, she could do it. Two of my other friends called me a skinny genius. Another texted me afterward and asked how I can have such will power to not eat the yummy treats that were served.

I just have so many people who knew me 85 pounds heavier and see what I have done. They want to do what I am doing. I don't want to write this and sound full of myself. I just want to express gratitude for where I am. I am humbled. I am thankful to be here. I have a loving Heavenly Father who helped me get here. He put people around me to help me, to inspire me. He answered my prayers day and night when I was struggling. I needed to to this. For me. For my kids. For my husband. For those around me who I love. Friends and Family. For me.