So this is me, off the wagon for exactly one year. What has happened in that time? I regained the weight I lost, what?!? You mean I can’t go back to my lifestyle of pizza every weekend and a whole loaf of bread every week and a bag of chocolate candies every week and not maintain my weight?!? What blasphemy is this???
It’s the truth, honey, and that’s all there is to it.
So what have I been up to? Most recently I’ve started counting calories on myfitnesspal again, have reordered my stock of Wonderslim products (Oatmeal Raisin with Icing cookies is terrible, avoid them like the plague!) And now I’ve rejoined the Adult Soccer League.
I am not a graceful gazelle, but I have a lot of fun. Recently I also went to Florida with my family which was a total blast, hot, but fun. And now my goal is simple. 5 pounds. Just 5. 5 pounds and I can give myself a pat on the back. I won’t say what my end goal is, that’s way at the other end of the field. Right now my goal is just to get the ball off the line, so to speak.
So here’s to a new day. I guess it all really comes down to the fact that weight loss is a journey, not just a destination. My journey continues, and so does my blog.
So, I stumbled on some random Time.com Health article that talked about how this woman started running, yes running the Tour De France on May 15th and plans to finish the 2,000 mile (yes, 2 thousand) journey before the bikes finish. She wrote a blog called Zoe Goes Running, and I’m having a blast reading about her adventure.
Alright, this was epic. Thanks to the FitMamaTraining Facebook page for the random post that lead to this Tedx video.
So, this is me, in all my glory, no makeup. My husband and I were bored at home so we jumped on the bicycles and rode 3 miles to come get some shakes at a downtown diner.
I’m not perfect, slender or high maintenance, but I’m learning to love myself. I sunburn within seconds it seems, my thighs jiggle when I don’t want them to, and I have circus feet and hands (freakishly small). I look like a dork when I am riding my bicycle but feel like a queen. I’m learning to ride the bicycle instead of my motorcycle, especially when I want to just jump in the car and go for a quick trip to the store. I smile really big, and cry more easily than I should, but that’s OK. I laugh when I’m upset or angry because I don’t like to show frustration or anger to people.
This is me, and that’s OK.
Sometimes, it’s interesting to see just how much you can get in calories, if you pay attention to what is making those calories up.