What can I say? It's my fault

So, really, what is there to say?  I let myself go.  I am 35 years and 7 months old.  I have 9 kids.  Yes, they are all mine.  No, none are multiples.  All single births.  

When I first met my husband I was 99 lbs.  I am 5'4" (I'm a shortie) and I hate to exercise.  I've always hated it, but I was still active.  

Now?  Now I'm tired.  I have a 17, 13, 11, 8, 7, 5, 4, 2, and 16 month old.  I drink a quart of coffee a day to just stay moving.  I am 149 lbs.  Still 5'4". Ha ha

Last year I decided I wanted to prepare for a 5K in May of this year.  I started the C25K program.  I was actually at week 11 of the 10K Trainer.  I was running about 40 minutes 3 times a week.  Then I sprained my ankle.  I had to take time off. In December my hubby and I started running together.  

Last May we ran.  It was my first 5K.  It was his second. I ran 3.1 miles in 33 minutes and 17 seconds.  

After that?  I stopped.  I wanted a break. I ran once after that.  Then it got hot.  I made excuses.  Three months later, and 8 lbs heavier, I was finishing my plate at dinner.  My 13 year old daughter (Hannah) asks if I'm going to run with her like I promised.  I said "It's so hot".  She looks at me and says "It's nice tonight".  It was, so I put my plate in the sink (instead of getting seconds) and we got in our running clothes.  Then we ran Week 1 Day 1 of C25K.