Weight Watchers Journey- Entry #1

This isn’t my first weight loss rodeo.

No, seriously, I have blog post from years past to prove it.

Weight has always been my struggle, and even now as I sit on my porch writing this I feel apprehensive about sharing something so personal again. I mean, by the time you hit 29 you’ve pretty much given up on ever being the person you wanted to be in your head. Diets make you miserable, and even if they work it’s hard to maintain.

Especially when life comes at you.

Last year I lost 20lbs and I was so proud of myself. People noticed, I went down a size, and I thought that this was finally it. I was finally going to succeed.

And then my mamaw got sick the week of my brother’s wedding and everything went to crap.

Honestly, life from July 2017 to December 2017 is a blur. In September of that year she was admitted to this hospital and three days later admitted to skilled nursing at the local nursing home. Two months later she had a series of strokes that made her immobile and they admitted her into the nursing home.

Two days later she passed away.

My whole family was there and watching someone you love take their last breath is something I’ll never forget, and it changed my very being. I stumbled around in a fog until a month ago when it seemed to lift and by chance I signed up for Weight Watchers.

I know, I know, how can you sign up by chance? Well, they were having this deal where your first month was free if you signed up for 6 months and something in me told me to take the chance. Of course, about an hour later I was like, what in the fresh heck have I done?

I spent the next week planning on how exactly I was going to change my whole way of eating, when that’s not what I originally intended to do. The voice in my head told me it was a waste of time and money, that it would never work, and that I’d fail like I always did.

But I started.

Two and a half weeks later I’m down about 8lbs and while it hasn’t been easy, it’s somehow just sorta clicked in place. My clothes already fit better and I can actually see myself making this work.

I guess this is my journey, let’s see where it takes me.

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Intermittent Fasting Day 2 – A Fat Girl’s Weight Loss Journey

It’s 9:33 pm. I’m sleepy and hungry, but I’m pretty sure I’m only hungry because I know I can’t eat right now.

Okay, I could eat, but I’m serious about trying intermittent fasting. My mind wants to convince me that I’m hungry and that I need to eat when I know good and well that I was full an hour ago.

*of course you’ll be reading this after I break my fast*

I need to be getting to sleep – I’ve been staying up later and later thanks to the Chicago Med/P.D./ Fire shows, but the allergy medicine I took earlier has had just enough time to make me feel that delirious version of sleepy.

😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴

Fyi – I stayed up to watch Chicago Fire 😍

Okay, so it’s 12 hours later – 9:34 to be exact – and I’m feeling a lot better this morning than I was yesterday. I slept a bit later, so that might have something to do with it, but that theory will be tested tomorrow because I will have to be at work at 7am. I’ve also got a lot going on, so that should keep my mind busy.

*I work as a Human Relations Coordinator and it’s open enrollment for healthcare 😱*

Honestly, intermittent fasting is easier than my actual diet, because I know that I can eat, I just have to wait until a certain time. With my diet I know that once I hit my calories I’m done – at least, I should be.

If you want to follow my journey via my Instagram then click here! I’ve been posting different foods that I’m trying and progress pictures – when there are progress pictures! 😂

Until next time! Thanks for reading!

Intermittent Fasting Day 1 – A Fat Girl’s Weight Loss Journey

I think when you know you can’t eat, well, it makes you want to that much more.

It’s day one of my intermittent fasting and it 8:48am. I’m fasting from 8pm-10am, so fasting for 14 hours and eating for 10. I’d like to get up to a 16/8, but I know myself and it’s something I’d need to work up to.

It wasn’t too hard to stop eating at 8. I mean, I had the munchies, but nothing that lead me to stealing into the kitchen like a thief to gorge myself and potato chips and chocolate.

This morning though? I’m hungry and I’m at work staring at a computer screen that just won’t seem to turn into a big bowl of oatmeal.

I have goals. I want to lose 50lbs by the end of the year and I’m determined to succeed. I’m using My Fitness Pal and paying more attention to what I’m eating instead of just how much. This is a lifestyle change and it’s one that I need to make. I need to be healthy so my future self won’t end up with a crap ton of medical issues that could have been prevented.

* I’ve included a blog post by someone who knows me about this than I do, so if you’re curious about the logistics of it click here! *

I’m going to try to past daily blogs about how I feel, how much weight has been lost, and what kinds of foods I’m eating – for myself to look back on and for others to see that maybe what their feeling is normal. I’m not naturally thin nor athletic and I never forget to eat a meal.

But it’s time to make changes for the better, so this is my journey.

Yoga is Only for Thin Women? What?

I don’t know about you, but if I ever mention off handily that I like to practice yoga I get the disbelieving stares. 

I know what they’re thinking. 

“How can she be flexible at all?”

“She’s too big for that.”

Sigh. 

It can be incredibly disheartening to hear those words or see them unspoken in someone’s eyes. 

Because it isn’t true. 

Your size has nothing to do with your physical abilities. Just because you’re plus size doesn’t mean you can’t touch your toes, just like being thin doesn’t mean you can run a race. 

Now, I’m not saying that weight can’t hold you back, because it can. But it doesn’t automatically disqualify you from anything you want to do. There are plenty beautiful plus size ladies that are WAY more flexible than women much smaller. 

And of course there are some amazingly flexible thin women, like Kino MacGregor. 

(If you’ve never heard of her and like yoga then you totally need to look her up in Instagram – kinoyoga. She’s mind blowing.) 

I am no where near her in flexibility or strength, but I try and I enjoy my time on the mat. 

I think we sometimes forget or don’t realize what our words can do. By telling someone they’re too big to be doing such and such you may discourage them from doing it. 

How is that productive?

We all need to encourage one another. In times like these it says much more about a person when they build someone up, rather than when they tear someone down. 

That’s not just in yoga. 

That’s in life.