About this Blog
So yeah…another diet blog.
The title of this blog is related to a goal and the personal transformation I must undergo to attain it.
I’ve dieted before. I’ve been moderately successful before. But without proper motivation, I find I will eventually fall off the wagon.
I’ve tried motivating myself with rewards, and I’ve tried diet and fitness programs with other people, but I find if they lose interest I can’t be motivating for us both/all.
And so I’m turning to the public.
By making this blog public, I’m being held accountable for my actions (or inactions!) and will be a help to keeping myself going, and maybe even inspire others to reach their goals too.
I guess people want to know.
When I was younger, I was pretty thin. In some of the more awkward years, I could even have been called skinny. It helped that I was always active: Soccer, swimming, marching band. When I got to college, instead of gaining the “Freshman 15” I actually lost weight because I joined the crew team.
Weight struggles began my sophomore year when I got switched from rower to coxswain on the crew team. I continued eating like a rower because I was around them all the time, but wasn’t working out like they were. Walking around campus helped me keep my weight low, but barely so. I reached 150 pounds (the upper limit of my “Normal” BMI) at the end of my junior year just before I spent my year abroad in Paris. That year I actually lost a good 30+ pounds just because I had to walk EVERYWHERE.
This means I know I can lose that weight in a healthy manner, and I know that my ideal weight is between 115 and 120.
Post-graduation, I worked in retail. Being on your feet for 8+ hours of the day will also help you keep your weight down. But after that job, I started getting into a more sedentary lifestyle in the form of IT jobs that keep you in front of a desk most of the time. I think my peak was near 190 lbs.
I actually got motivated and lost about 30 pounds before what felt like my life shattering: My dad was diagnosed with aggressive cancer and died in October 2008. My job as a contractor was cut in early 2009 when multiple departments wanted to lay claim to the project I was on, but no one wanted to spare the funding for a contractor. My grandfather died later that spring. I began having family troubles with my only brother (he and I no longer talk) over my father’s estate. My fiancé lost his job. The depression kicked in HARD.
I put on all the weight I had lost. Thankfully I didn’t put on more, but enough is enough.
And so this journey begins….