Alrighty then. Let’s recap.
Hi, everyone – my name is Liz Love. I started this blog in November of 2011, and I kicked some serious ass. Walter and I were determined to be healthy, and we were nailing it. I was working as an administrative assistant at UT, and my job was 8-5. I never brought work home, I worked with awesome faculty at UT – and I hated it. I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to do, and it was terrible. But I was healthy.
Then Walter moved to Dallas, and I sort of gave up. There were moments of shining glory, and then moments of face devouring Papa John’s pizza. Hills and valleys.
Now, I’m in my second year of teaching as a middle school band director. I work more than 12 hours a day, I plan in the evenings, I have stress dreams about my students not doing well, I work on the weekends frequently – and I freaking love it. However, I haven’t made the time/slept enough/cared about eating well/figured out a work out schedule in any consistent way for the last year and a half. Proof? My last……few posts on this here blog.
A couple of weeks ago, WRG and I were laying in bed (BECAUSE HE FINALLY LIVES WITH ME IN AUSTIN AGAIN), and I finally said something out loud that I had been just too scared to say:
“I don’t know if I can lose that weight again.”
Some of you might know that I got down to 40 pounds lost in November of 2012. I was under 200 pounds, I was ready to take photos with Nathan again, and I was feeling fantastic. And then life happened. A lot of life. Life just lifed all over my life. And for these last few months, all I’ve been thinking is – I don’t think I can do it again. It was hard the first time. It might be even harder again. And when I said it out loud, it was terrifying.
Then Walter said the following: “You can do it. You’re amazing. You can lose as much weight as you want to.”
As I want to. Huh.
I get it now.
I’ve tried to get back into this whole thing again for the last year and a half. There were moments that I did want to lose the weight, but the other moments of wanting a honey butter chicken biscuit/Ben & Jerry’s/a dry martini/wine/alcohol/yougettheidea got in the way. (Seriously, though – HBCB’s have ruined my life.)
So after Walter said that to me, and I spent some more days thinking about being fat, and I drank a few bottles of wine, it occurred to me that I felt like shit. Total shit. My sciatic nerve hurts, my clothes don’t fit, blah blah blah (see: this post, it will be faster). Walter and I decided it was finally time to do something.
Now, as you may have noticed, Walter makes a pretty big appearance in this post. We’ve decided we are either the best influences on each other, or the absolute worst. When one of us is trying to be healthy, we do okay for a few days, and then the other one orders pizza and all hell breaks loose. 1,200 calories in one meal later, that healthy thing goes out the window.
This time around, we were both talking about being healthy (a good sign!). After hemming and hawing, Walter bought us both a Fitbit. That was the turning point.
If you haven’t looked into some sort of activity monitoring device, it’s pretty much the best thing ever. I get SO excited about trying to get to 10,000 steps every day. (Also, turns out I do a CRAP-TON of moving around at school. Teaching is exercise! Er, something….) I’ve also starting tracking on My Fitness Pal. EVERYTHING is on there. It’s awesome.
So I tracked everything that went into my body this week, went on a walk after school one day (huh?) and I’m definitely feeling better. :) Walter and I also went on a walk around Town Lake yesterday – and here’s proof!
It was rough – I’m out of shape. We went 3 miles. That didn’t used to make me want to die. (Who am I kidding? I always want to die when I work out.)
So here I am. 2 and a half years into a weight-loss journey. I went to WW yesterday. And here it is:
Okay. Whatever. Moving on. Here we go!