Making My Way 10lbs Down(town)

It’s been 14 days since I joined Noom. It’s the end of my free trial and while I can say I definitely feel better, and have seen the numbers on the scale go down, some part of me was looking for a real sign of progress – looking to hit a bench mark. In the first five days of the program I lost 5lbs. While my eating didn’t seem too different from before, the simple fact of being more aware of what I was consuming was making a difference.

Yesterday I went to a Red Sox  game with Coach. I knew that it would be impossible to go to the game and not give into the temptations. There’s a reason the song goes “buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks”. I knew going into it that all I wanted was a big Italian sausage with peppers and onions and mustard. So I did it. I actually did it as before I even got into the ball park. I’d been waiting for Coach to meet me and I was sooooo hungry. Inside the park, I got a beer. Have I mentioned I’m not a beer person?

So this morning when I got on the scale, I was nervous. It was day 14: the moment of truth. And I was pleasantly surprised! In the last two weeks I’ve lost 10.8lbs!

Just a reminder to my starting point:

How exactly? Goooood question!

  1. I’ve become more aware of the food I’m consuming. With a focus on food with a high water content – more weight, less calories – I’m feeling fuller. No more protein bars for breakfast and then getting so hungry by 10am.
  2. I’ve embraced the morning and afternoon snack. If I’m hungry at 10:30am or around 3:00pm, I’m opting for a piece of fruit. I forgot how much I love red grapes.
  3. I’ve stuck to my gym schedule. I might not be running a marathon or doing a HIIT routine that kicks my ass every time… but I’m going and I’m moving. I’m making it part of my routine. I don’t know if you know this, but Friday evenings at the gym are wonderful. No one is there!
  4. I’ve started learning more about and adding weights to my routine. I had an appointment with a personal trainer at the Y. She showed me all the machines, and how to use them. I feel like I’m getting a work out without dripping sweat on the treadmill. And I’m sore. A good sore, of course.
  5. I’ve planned ahead. Instead of wondering what I’m going to eat or what workout I’m going to do every day, I’ve made a plan. I’ve even logged my food before I eat so I stick to what is already written.

It definitely hasn’t been easy… like at a work conference Thursday. After waiting in line for lunch for 40 minutes, the only thing left was whoopie pies… while I sooo could have had three whoopie pies for lunch, I chose to venture out of the conference and got a salad from Eataly.

But it hasn’t been all red tape. I don’t feel deprived. I don’t feel hungry. I don’t feel resentful. And of course that’s the point, right? Lifestyle changes can’t be unsustainable! I let myself indulge in a half of bottle of Cabernet and a small chocolate bunny on Friday night. #wild I know!

At 222.8, I’m less than 5lbs from hitting the 50lb mark in my weightloss journey, and I couldn’t be more excited! I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I saw this number, felt this strong, or have seen results so quickly. At this rate I’ll make my 200lb goal in no time!


Noom Noom Noom Noom (I want you in my room)

Anddd now you have that song stuck in my head. And so do you.

It’s been 5 days since I joined Noom and I’ve lost 5lbs – thanks to my newfound motivation (I mean if I’m going to pay for a program, I’m going to get my money’s worth).

I’ve followed the program every day – logging my food, reading the literature, meeting my step goals. And tbh, it’s not bad. It’s not a waste of time, and the daily weigh-ins make sense to me. While there are a lot of different theories on how often one should weigh themselves, doing it daily was how I held myself accountable before, and Noom seems to agree. The simple fact that I take the scale out every morning when I wake up sets my day in a positive and focused direction. “It’s psychology”, they say.

So at first I wasn’t sure about the food part of the program and I was a little frustrated that they didn’t quickly introduce logging exercise (that’s on the agenda for tomorrow). But after living it, it makes sense. I did have to reduce the speed in which I wanted to lose weight because my initial calorie bucket was 1,200 and much too low for me. I raised it up to 1,400 and because of how much I walk, the program automatically adds calories to my bucket so really I’m working with about 1,600. Better for me.

Noom breaks down food into color groups: Green, Yellow, Red. While obviously the goal is to eat more Green and Yellow foods and less Red foods, one of the things I like is that the colors are more like guidelines… you should be eating more foods that fall into the Green category. Buttttt you can eat Red foods.

Like yesterday I got strong armed into lunch (pizza) meeting with a client (who makes and sells cookies and brought us some to try), and there was no way I could just say “no, thank you” to any of it. Both pizza and cookies fall into the Red category (eat less). So I thought about positive and negative environmental triggers (something Noom teaches you about) and I just practiced good portion control. Two slices of a small pizza and one cookie were not going to derail me from my mission. Four slices of pizza and three cookies, would have.

In addition to logging my food and attempting to stick to the color food system and my allotted calories, I’ve stuck to my gym schedule! (Even though I haven’t yet learned how to log exercise). Monday, Wednesday, Friday at the YMCA that is just steps from my work. Did I mention that if the gym is not conveniently located, I will not go?

At the beginning of the week I was feeling a little “eh” (still recovering from being sick last week) so I decided I’d walk hill intervals. Pro tip for when you don’t feel like running on a treadmill but still want to get a workout: hills burn a lot of calories and make that booty wurk. Cautionary tale: treadmills on an incline create balance problems in the less coordinated (me).

By Friday I was running the flatter part of the intervals and breaking all the sweats. You can’t see my back sweat in this pic but neck sweat is a thing…

Before I left, I even scheduled a consultation session with a trainer. Every YMCA offers a “Get Started” session – 2 half hour sessions with a trainer where they learn about your goals and limitations and then teach you a bit about the machines and different exercises you can do. And since I paid the little extra for a personalized workout plan from Noom, I’m planning on bringing that to the trainer for some extra guidance. #BOOM Getting my money’s worth.

We’ll see how it goes as I get further into the program! Onto day six and seven. The weekend. Easter brunch is tomorrow and I’m telling y’all know that I will make good decisions… and probably skip the mimosa. But bloody Mary’s are a vegetable, right?!

Side note, I’m not being paid (or threatened) to promote Noom… it’s just something I wanted to try and I’m sharing my experience. If you’re interested in trying it and have questions please feel free to ask!


It’s Fun to Slay (All Day) at the YMCA!

Yesterday was my first time at the gym since January. I’d joined the YMCA next to my work on my first day of work… in February. So with this Wednesday being the one month anniversary of my start date (and join date), and the fact that I had not been once, I told myself that I had to go. It may be significantly less expensive than my last gym, but it’s still an expensive locker if I don’t go at all.

So yesterday was the day. It was Monday and I had told Coach that I would be going. So I kind of had to. And even though I didn’t leave the office until 6:00, I marched my ass into the Y and down the stairs to the locker room to change. I pulled on my big girl work out pants and Beyoncé tank and pumped myself up a little. It wasn’t long before I realized that a shirt with an illustration of Beyoncé with both her middle fingers up probably wasn’t the best life choice for a YMCA. I made a mental note never to wear it again, tried my best to avoid all the children, and made my way to the cardio area.

The fact that the first day of spring was last week reignited my desire to get in formation, and get back to a routine. With the new job, it has felt nearly impossible.

I feel like a new gym is always kind of awkward. It’s like the first day of a new school – You don’t know anyone. You don’t know where anything is. You don’t know how the machines work or what channel Food Network is on. But I’m in a unique position in my life where I’m the new girl all around, so I didn’t let this bother me.

Looking at the machines, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, or where in the room I wanted to be. After going and standing on, like, two different treadmills, I ended up choosing one kind of near the entrance, and lucky for me, the machine’s TV was already on FoodNetwork (I don’t know why, but it’s my favorite thing to watch while working out). And after another minute of staring at the machine, I selected a program that I’d never done before (something with hills), and started my workout.

I had no desire to run. I had no real desire to sweat, TBH. I had made it to the gym and just by being there, I had already accomplished what I set out to do. That said, I did run and I did sweat. But I mostly walked up the giant hills that the program told me I was going to do. I attempted running up them, but I realized it’s a lot harder to keep my balance on a treadmill when it’s on an incline.

After about 45 minutes I stopped, grabbed my stuff from the locker, and walked the mile and a half home, very aware of my need for some serious fitspiration.

I spent the last three years working toward hitting 230lbs. And I did it! I taught myself to run, I started practicing yoga, I even cut out sugar at one point. But what was I doing now? What could inspire me to get back to it? To stick with a gym routine and to make better food choices? I needed another goal and I needed some direction. So after some discussion and research I signed up for Noom (If you want to do it with me, use my special link for 20% off when you sign up).

Spring has sprung and like the song says, “No man does it all by himself”. So I’ll be enlisting the Village People and my soon to be bffs at Noom. Because I’d really like to slay all day and All Night.


3.1 Miles in 36:04

So I almost forgot to give an update on the 5K.

It. Was. Really. Hard.

Somehow the race was harder than training. Maybe it was because I ran faster. Got caught up in all the excitement, I guess. My normal time is 38:00. And while two minutes doesn’t seem like a lot, it was. My legs ached and my breathing was heavier than normal. I mean, it also probably didn’t help that I drank a bit the night before and went to bed late.

(Proof I actually ran below. Courtesy of Cambridge 5K Series.)

Mile one was difficult. It took a while to get into a good pace. Mile two was actually okay… even with a hill. Mile three was really, really, really hard. I wanted to stop and walk so many times in that last mile. I kept thinking about how nice it would be to walk. I had to remind myself the whole time that I could do it. After all, it’s all in your head. Plus, running would make the race be over much faster than walking would. And by mile three I just wanted to be at the finish line. To drink a beer, grab a pretzel, and haul ass to brunch. After all, there was an order of chicken and waffles with my name on them.

In the end, I did it! And I ate delicious chicken and waffles.

Plus a few beers, a pretzel, some weird Irish potato soup, and free Reebok sneakers!!!

I know the next one will be easier, and the one after that will be even easier. I told myself I would run five 5Ks this year, and I plan to keep that promise. And now that I’m feeling better (the bar crawl got me sick… somehow), I’ll be making my way right back to the gym. After all, there’s another race in June!


My mind is tellin’ me no but my body, my body’s tellin’ me yes…

I’m not normally one to quote R. Kelly, because he’s a rapist and in general just a horrible person… but quoting Troy Bolton and saying “my head’s in the game but my heart’s in the song” doesn’t quite work for what I’m about to talk about: the power of the mind.

See…I’m running the 5K tomorrow.

And despite my good intentions to train for it over the last few months, I did not. However, it must be like riding a bicycle because I feel as though I’ve run enough in the recent weeks that I’ll be fine. I even ran the race course this week as practice and finished in 38:00. I didn’t stop to walk once, even though it took me a bit to figure out exactly where I was going and I learned that I can’t run in a straight line to save my life (see my map my run below).

So yes, I can run a 5k no problem. But last night when I ran to the ATM to get cash it was an issue.

Sure, I didn’t have the proper bra on. And I had a few things in my legging pockets that made me feel like my pants were falling down. And I was running a lot faster than I normally do… but I felt like I was dying running a whole four blocks. What is that?!

This morning while scrolling through Pinterest, I saw this:

And it clicked (Not the link…the source site no longer exists). Last night I didn’t run with intent. My head wasn’t in it the same way it is when I’m running longer distances – when I run to practice, to train, for exercise. When I run with intent, I’m on a mission. I tell myself that I’m going to accomplish something and I’m committed to the task at hand.

When I was first learning to run, there would be days I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t run for three minutes even. It wasn’t that I couldn’t. It was that I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to. And the minute my brain realized that, it was all over. My mind was giving up. My body followed suit.

The thing is: our bodies are strong and can handle a lot more than we put them through on a normal day. We were made to survive. I’ve never realized this more than hearing about survivors of violent attacks. They can survive a psychopath serial killer but my mind thinks my body can’t run 3.1 miles?!

I call bullshit.

Anytime you think you can’t, remember that you can. It’s like Kimmy Schmidt says… “You can stand anything for 10 seconds. Then you just start on a new 10 seconds.”

A long run? Up a hill? No problem. Burpees (aka the worst exercise in the world invented by a total masochist)? Get it. Literally whatever it is, approach it with intent and positivity. Know you can do it. And you will.


Decisions, Decisions: The Power of Positive Choices

I started my new job yesterday. It was exciting but like any other first day, it started slow. But even in my first day, I did things I’ve never done before! Like…attending a casting call for a video my new company is producing. Almost the first thing we did when we got to the agency was order lunch. I was presented with a giant menu. And I could order anything! (I could get used to this!).

As I skimmed the menu, my eyes were drawn to the baked mac and cheese and the buffalo chicken wrap – two of my all time favorite foods. I had decided on the buffalo chicken wrap before changing my mind in the eleventh hour and ordering a salad when one of the assistants came to take our order. When the food came, I was happy with my last-minute change. The kale, quinoa and brussels sprout salad with chicken was delicious, and it was all around a healthier decision than either of the two options I had previously considered.

When I got home last night, I went for a run. 3.24 miles along the river. And aside from stopping at crosswalks, I didn’t stop to walk once! I felt inspired to do my best… because of the smart decision I had made earlier in the day for lunch.

It got me thinking about the impact that a positive choice can have going forward. With each positive choice we make, we build momentum and each decision influences the next one, and the one after that, and so on. It’s like a decision domino effect.

I think it’s actually easier to see this domino effect with poor decisions. Take food as an example. For me, when I eat something not so great, like fast food burritos, I’m much more prone to choose another fast food choice later on, like pizza, and then a fast food burger. And fries (I may or may not be referencing my life last weekend). But it also applies to getting a good nights sleep, exercising, and basically anything else. After all, repetition is how habits are formed.

So how do we take advantage of this power and keep up the momentum for good things?

1. Remember that you have a choice.

A few weeks ago I reverted back to what I used to do in college: I drank whatever everyone around me was drinking (everything), and I ate whatever they were eating too (burritos, pizza, wings). By the end of the weekend I had a stomach ache and was very dehydrated. I felt awful!

That Monday, I told myself I would never do that again. Yes, I was out with friends being social, but that didn’t mean I had to do everything they were doing or make food and drink choices that weren’t good for me.

2. Be okay with the choice you’re making.

You’re more than welcome to make whatever choice you want – in the end it’s your decision. But make sure you’re good with whatever it is you choose #NORAGRETS. The weekend I was reliving college, I was cool with everything… until I felt sick and suddenly wasn’t. If you know you’re going to regret it the next day, or even the next second – don’t do it!

3. Stay inspired.

Every choice is as inpiring as your make it. By being aware of the good choice you made earlier, you’re choosing to build that momentum with another good choice – becasuse you feel good. If you’re on a roll, keep going. And if you slip up, that’s okay too… just get back to it with a positive choice!

Body, Boys

Let’s Get Naked!

When I was little my mom would take me with her when she went shopping. Clothing stores were the my favorite because back in the early 1990s all of the clothes were hung on circular racks…and I used to sneak off and hide inside them. Of course. While I may have gotten lost once or twice (sorry mom!), most of the time it wasn’t hard for my mom to find me… she just had to find the rack that looked like a clothing volcano. See, once I was inside the racks, I’d take off all my clothes and throw them out the top of the rack. Sometimes I’d try on the new clothes. Then I’d throw those out the top too. The rack that was spewing clothes was the one I was in. I’m sure the associated loved me.

But most of the time (I’m told) I just wanted to be naked.

When we’re young we’re not ashamed of our bodies. It is simply the skin-covered thing that we live inside. Our bodies let us run and jump and do cool things like climb trees and swing on the monkey bars. I remember one summer I learned to do them. I was so happy! And then something changed. At some point I lost that sense of fearlessness and adventure and began restricting what my body could do. Suddenly my body became something negative that I was trapped inside of. The lack of positivity continued and, like most girls, I became more concerned with what my body looked like and less with what it could do.

As part of my weight loss journey I decided to see what my body could do again. Running, yoga, swimming, hiking, etc. But I realized that getting past the fear of what my body could do was just one part of the issue. The other was getting past the fear of how my body looked. As I’ve said, it’s not just about the weight, but after years of being told to change, to cover up, to hide your curves, to drop a few pounds, the layers build up and it’s hard to get back to being comfortable with not just how your body looks, but actually looking at your body.

Before two years ago, I could not have told you a time when I had looked at myself in the mirror. Really looked. Once I started losing weight, I’d catch my reflection in a store window and think “is that really me?” I was actually surprised at my own reflection! Strangely, it was my face more than anything. Once I thought about this, I realized that before two years ago, I’d never even really looked at myself naked. Ever. I mean, how dare I look at my own naked body?! Put some clothes on, Jenn! Don’t be vain! But despite what we’re told (and despite female nipples not being allowed on social media), our bodies are not something to be ashamed of. Especially naked.

So I started to do it. Looking at myself in the mirror. Naked. To learn what I actually looked like. Of course I noticed changes… 40 lbs is a lot, but I noticed even at 20 lbs. I was proud of what I’d accomplished, but it wasn’t just that. I noticed freckles and beauty marks I’d unknowingly had for over 20 years (and secretly hoped no one would ever need to use them to identify my body in a serial killer situation). I noticed scars I’d forgotten about from when I had the chicken pox or when I fell on the playground. And of course, I noticed rolls and wrinkles and dimples and stretch marks that I’d had for as long as I could remember. But somehow now, I was not ashamed of them.

I started liking what I saw in the mirror.

Now, I’m not an advocate for seeking external approval, especially when it comes to your body… but I will admit that it didn’t hurt that I was getting into the dating scene and felt more attractive than I ever had before. Once I realized that the guy I was seeing at the time (French Toast) was all about my rolls and dimples, I knew that the body negativity was crazy and something I had to get away from. We care so much about how we look, but most of the time our appearance isn’t even for us.

Before French Toast and I slept together the first time, I shaved, exfoliated, moisturized, put make up on, etc. I even matched my bra and my underwear (I meant business). I wanted to look good. I wanted to be attractive. Afterwards, he put his clothes back on and I remember thinking that I should put my clothes back on too. And then I thought to myself, “Why? He literally just had sex with me. I was naked. If he’s cool with my body, why aren’t I?” I did not put my clothes back on. And now I rarely do.

I’ve talked a lot with my friends about this need to be clothed. Especially after sex. And while I understand that it’s something most people do, I’d like to point out that it’s just another sign that we’re taught to hide and be ashamed of our bodies. Friendly reminder that the person you slept with just slept with you. And unless there’s a sex position that I’ve never heard of that allows for your partner to see you at the exact same angle as the perfect selfie you posted to your Snapchat story… they know what you look like. Good, bad, and ugly.

So let’s get naked! I’d like to challenge you to do two things:

  1. Check yourself out in the mirror. Naked. What’s the worst that could happen? (No your mirror will not crack). #WhosTheFairestofThemAll #YouAre
  2. Don’t get dressed after sex. Stay naked. If you’re cold, blankets exist on a bed for a reason. If you’re not in a bed… cool, but beds are super comfortable so find a bed. You’ll thank me after the nap.

See how you feel. See what happens. I’d like to bet that after the first few times that will definitely be slightly awkward, you’ll enjoy it and you’ll appreciate the skin-covered thing you live in a little more. Maybe you’ll realize that being naked is freeing and there’s a reason we’re all born without clothes on. How weird would that be if we weren’t?!


When Happiness Can be a Choice…

This week was tough for me. I accepted a new job last week (yay!) and gave my two weeks notice. Which means I’m very excited but also very stressed because I feel like I have so much to do. I worked late and worked through lunch nearly day. I was exhausted.

I felt like I didn’t have time to do anything else, especially go to the gym. But worse than the negative impact on my physical fitness, was just how mentally and emotional drained I was feeling. I’m not quite sure it was even a conscience thing, but the anxiety dreams sure didn’t make things better.

I knew that actually going to the gym, or taking some time to myself, unwinding, and trying to relax, would help me but the priority was getting things done! On Thursday my sister insisted that we go to yoga.

I hadn’t been in two weeks and my left ankle wasn’t about the poses. But I was able to focus on my breathing and even had a few seamless transitions into downward dog with an extended leg (big deal for me because I’m not a very coordinated or smooth person). By the middle of the class I felt great, and I was having fun. I laughed at myself for almost falling twice and really got into the rhythm of the flow.

Just before we got to the part of the class where we just lay down and sleep, the instructor said something that really hit me. She said:

Happiness can be a choice.

Of course there are many people in the world who cannot choose to be happy every day because of depression or anxiety or other circumstances. But I can choose to be happy. And I wasn’t.

I had let the stress get the best of be and began to feed on it, becoming more stressed and tired and moody. I was choosing to focus on the negative and not even take time or put in the effort to help myself by taking a break at lunch, going to the gym, and going home with a clear head. I was choosing to not be happy. And it was negatively impacting my body.

I got home after yoga and despite the fact that I totally reeked, I felt great. And I slept wonderfully. And Friday morning when I woke up, I decided to start the day in a positive way by looking at pictures of dogs on the Internet for twenty minutes before getting out of bed (My favorite is below).

So when happiness can be a choice:

  • Remind yourself that things will get better.
  • Try to put things into perspective. Where will being stressed/angry/etc. get you? Is it worth it? What’s the worst that could happen if xyz doesn’t happen? What’s the worst that could happen if xyz does? I guarantee you the world won’t explode.
  • Do something to break out of your gloom. Yoga? Workout? Go out to eat and eat all the amazing pasta and creme brûlée like I did on Tuesday night? Do it! You have the time.
  • Start the day on a positive note. Eat a bomb breakfast. Meet someone out for breakfast! Sit and enjoy a nice cup of tea or coffee on your comfortable couch (I have a futon so it’s not that comfy). Or if you can, don’t set an alarm and let yourself sleep in.
  • Treat yourself! To something that you enjoy. Sushi lunch? Yes! Manicure? Why not?!!
  • Get off your phone for a second and enjoy the little things. Step out into the sun and bask in it for a bit. It’s winter so it’s rare. Notice the birds singing or the shape of the clouds in the sky. The world is kind of amazing when we take the time to notice it.
  • Bonus: Look at pictures of cute dogs or animals. Or if you’re lucky and have a cute dog or animal (my cat won’t cuddle), get them to help cheer you up. Did you know that dogs learned how to smile from us?! Like through evolution?! Like they smile because we smile!! They love us that much. I could cry. (Fun fact from my coworker/friend who has the cutest old man dog named Marshall).

Again, I understand for some people it’s not a choice, but for many of us it can be. And making that choice when we’re getting sucked into our own black hole of stress and frustration and exhaustion, is a really important thing to do. For us.

(The other dog pictures I love)

look at his little tongue!

look at his ears!

look at his little paws!!

look at his smile! He’s so happy!!!


Too Much of Something is Bad Enough…

Wise words from Ginger, Posh, Baby, Scary, and Sporty… Spice, that is. And it’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about when it comes to all things booze and boys. And when I really think about it, body too.

At the beginning of last week I was feeling good, feeling inspired, and like my next health/weight/fitness goal was within reach. That hasn’t quite changed, but I’ve been faced with something I constantly struggle with when it comes to what I put in my body – or specifically how much I put in my body – when trying to lose weight.

The Spice Girls had another point. One that I think we sometimes forget about: Too much of nothing is just as tough.

And it’s just that. I haven’t been eating enough and it makes things tough. We’re constantly told that eating less is best when trying to lose weight. And it is obviously important, but within reason. Portion control is a must, but calorie restriction isn’t always sustainable. For me, it’s not. Especially not the typical 1,200 calorie diet. I don’t think crash diets work for anyone… at least not long term. And definitely not when exercise is involved.

Looking back at my food log for the past week, I was consuming around 1,300-1,400 calories per day. And I trying to exercise. Thanks to a close call in yoga on Tuesday where I felt like I was going to pass out and then spent the rest of the class in child’s pose, I realized 1,300-1,400 was too few for me. Even though I wasn’t hungry.

I’ve read in the past that when you change your diet drastically or start a new diet, you shouldn’t exercise for the first week to give your body one to adjust a bit. So for the rest of the week I put exercise on hold. Something I wasn’t thrilled about. But with the additional stress I’ve been feeling at work, I knew something had to give.

This coming week I assume my body will have adjusted a little to having salads for lunch and lower carb dinners and I’ll be more comfortable exercising. That said, I still need to get a handle on how many calories I need with no additional activity and how many calories I need when I exercise. Obviously the latter is more but I always have a hard time finding the sweet spot.

If you’re struggling with this too:

Keep a healthy snack or two or three around for when you’re feeling like you haven’t eaten enough. Even if you’re not technically hungry. I think a big part of weight loss is psychological so we tell ourselves that in order to lose weight we should feel hungry. Not the case.

Figure out how many calories you should be consuming on a daily basis based on your age, weight, and activity level. I’m not a doctor or a scientist so I can only suggest that you spend some time Googling this and or making an appointment with a nutritionist.

Look into protein shakes. Some people hate them. Personally I don’t want water and powder that tastes like cookies n cream. But I might have to get back into protein shakes (coffee flavored obviously). They were my saving grace in the first few months of my weight loss journey back in 2016 and helped me drop the first 20lbs.

And remember that too much of nothing is just as tough – if not tougher! Listen to your body! When we trigger starvation mode by eating too little, our bodies are going to fight back. And while you may lose some weight, it’s not sustainable in the long term. And bottom line is, it’s not healthy.


Tipping the Scale

I must be doing something right! This morning I got on the scale and it was great! After fluctuating up and down since basically August, I finally broke the 40 lb mark! Only by 1.6 lbs, but still!

Over the last two weeks, I have been back at the gym, done the videos for arms and abs, and gone to yoga. I’ve also been more conscious of what I’m eating and started logging my food on MyFitnessPal again. I even didn’t give in to drunk food or hangover food this weekend. I mean, I definitely drank a lot, but whatever, I can’t win at everything!

Before today I hadn’t set another goal past my 228. And despite knowing I still have a bit to go before my ultimate goal weight, I hadn’t thought much about my next step. But now, I’m inspired to keep going, to look forward to the next milestone.

I’d like to see 215… it’s crazy because it has seemed so far away and unobtainable for so long. And 215 feels so much closer to 200, and then under 200! I don’t even know how I’ll feel then but I know it’ll be worth celebrating. A big celebration!!

As I’ve mentioned before, it’s not just about the weight. I feel good and I can feel the changes and see the changes. In the way my body looks and feels, and what it can do. But no matter how good I feel, I will admit that small victories like one I experienced this morning make a difference in a journey that sometimes feels like it’s going to last forever.