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!


Dear High School Girl,

It’s a start of a new school year, and if you’re anything like I use to be, then you see it as a chance at a new you. 

Now, I could spend this time telling you that you’re perfect the way you are and to just be you. 

And you should!

But I completely understand how you feel. Honestly, even as a 27 year old woman, I find myself finding ways to make myself better. 

Eat better, exercise more, sleep more, dress better, etc. 

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to better yourself, but what is wrong is the idea that you can only be happy once you change. 

No amount of weight lost, no amount of in style clothes, no boyfriend, and no job will make you happy if you’re not already happy with yourself. 

I know it’s hard, especially during the teen years. You’re stuck not wanting to be a child, but not yet being an adult. You go to school with girls who seem to have everything and you feel stuck trying to be who you think you need to be.

But here’s the secret…..

Just be you and learn to be happy with where you’re at, at this very moment. Love yourself as you are right now, and that will make any goal reached that must better. 

I can tell you from experience, even when I was smaller, had a boyfriend, and had a bunch of friends I still wasn’t truly happy. 

I always felt like I needed to be smaller, needed to hang out all the time, or whatever else my mind told me I needed. I was always miserable deep down and it allowed me to keep making bad decisions and staying with the wrong guys. 


I’m bigger, no boyfriend, and my best friend moved to Wyoming. 

But I’m happy. 

I’m happy because I learned to love myself as I am. 

It’s a hard journey and there will always be times that you find yourself wishing for something else, but at the end of the day you can put all those feelings away. How? By loving yourself and knowing you worth more than the voices in your head tell you. 

I wish I could give you a magic formula to happiness, but it doesn’t exist. All I can say is you’re worth being happy. One day you’ll look back and wonder why you stressed so much. 

Enjoy your youth. Enjoy being young. 

It all truly does work out in the end. 

So I wish you a great school year!

OCD and Me

Let’s face it, the term OCD has become mainstream. You like you money a certain way? OCD! You like to brush your hair 100 times? OCD! Now, I’m not saying that those aren’t OCD tendencies and of course I’m not a psychologist (though I use to want to be one. All those classes gone to waste. Le sigh) so I couldn’t tell you what the difference between being quirky and actual Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is. 

However, I can tell you about my struggles with OCD. 

I do some funny things, like I lock the door a certain way while thinking of a tune I made up. I chant things while making sure I armed the door at work. 

I know it looks funny. I laugh at myself sometimes. 

But there’s a whole other side that isn’t quite as funny. 

Sometimes I have to drive back to work to double check that I armed the door – even after my little ritual. I’ve gotten up in the middle of the night to check the door again because I get a mental picture of someone breaking in and murdering my whole family. 

Yeah, it’s not all funny. 

Thankfully most of the time I can control the obsessions and I’d say most people living with OCD have learned to do the same. Some people may need medicine. Some may need therapy. For me, I find that talking about it to people who understand helps the most. 

And of course, talking to God about it above all else. 

Everyone is different and handles their challenges differently. There isn’t one right way to deal with OCD or any other issue we may be having. We’re so quick to want people to pop a pill and get over it, but it’s just not that simple. 

You have to do what’s right for you, regardless of what others may say. Maybe therapy works great for them, but maybe for you it’s useless. Maybe others deal with it on their own, but you find that doctors and medicine help you best. No matter how you cope, never be ashamed. Medicine isn’t shameful, just as therapy isn’t. Dealing with it on your own isn’t something to hide either. 

Surprisingly, more people struggle than you may think. 

And for me? That’s the most comforting thing. 

Because I’m not alone. 

Big Butts and Khaki Pants  

Why do khaki pants even exist? 

I can remember having this pair when I was 17 and believe me, I thought I looked soooooo cute. Okay, this was 2006 and I wore them with bright Old Navy flip flops and a pink t-shirt (it always had to be pink) so please, no judgement! Anyways, they had a high rise (before high rise was “cool”) waist and I thought that they made me look like I had a flat tummy. Of course, back then I had a semi flat (while still flabby, duh) tummy so maybe it wasn’t all in my head. I tended to do that with my pants and skirts. 

Oh, remember the styles of the early 2000’s! 

Anyways, back then I never thought I’d have to stuff my jelly into them for work – with a belt and polo tucked in! The horror! 

Okay, maybe not horror, but pretty darn close! I mean, who actually thinks it looks good? Especially for a woman with some serious junk in the trunk and a tummy to match? 

I mean, I’m sure I could work it to make myself like the pasty white version (and a plus sized one!) of Beyoncé. 

Okay, who am I kidding, that is a fantasy that slipped out of la la land. I’ll never look anything close to Beyoncé. *tears of mirth* 

Anyways, putting a pair of khakis on and tucking a shirt in pretty much paints a bullseye on my butt that says, “look! I’m huge!” 

And not in a good way either. 

So what’s a girl to do? Cry? Freak because once again someone thinks something will look and it doesn’t? Be upset because once again it will be clear that I’m larger than the other women? 

Heck. No. 

I’ll keep my head up and pretend that I look like a million bucks. Confidence makes up for a lot. It may not make someone think I’m a size 5, but they’ll think I’m perfectly happy. 

And you know what? I am. 

I fought tooth and nail to get to a place where I can look in the mirror and be happy with myself. I refuse to let something like khaki pants make me upset. 

In the fight for happiness you’ll have obstacles to overcome all of the time. Honestly, it won’t ever end and that’s not just for plus size women. Everyone has their own fight. 

But I’m here to tell you that it’s worth it. Whatever fight you’re fighting, it’s worth it. Maybe your fight isn’t with khaki pants. Maybe it’s with your school, your parents, your friends, or even yourself. Whatever it is, know it’s not forever and one day you’ll look back and see that mountain you thought your were climbing was actually an ant hill. 

Or maybe it really is a mountain and you can look back and say that you kicked it’s butt. 

It’s so worth it to be happy, and you know what? I can finally say I’m happy. 

I’ll leave you with a picture of me, in my 2007 fashion, just so you can get the idea. 

Oh yeah.