Alright, Bitches

I’ve talked to too many people lately who say they “used” to love my blog. I’ve looked at too many pictures lately where I thought, “Damn, I used to look a lot better than I do right now.” I’ve felt too shitty after too many meals lately. Alright, bitches – let’s do this.

Right now, I’m at home in Nebraska with WRG. It’s the first real Christmas we’ve spent together, and it’s awesome. I love being home with my parents and seeing old friends and catching up about everything and everyone.

Speaking of old friends, my bestest friend Jessie is getting married in June and I AM A BRIDESMAID!!!! Really freaking pumped about that, because we always used to talk about how we would be in each other’s weddings and aren’t we pretty and dresses and flowers and JOY.

So I bought a bridesmaid’s dress in this beautiful mint color that is going to be gorgeous for her amazingly ridiculously beautiful wedding.

It’s a size 14.

**pause for effect**

That may not seem like a big deal to you, but I am living in a tight 16 and loose 18 sized world right about now. (14 may not seem that far off, but my boobs would tell you otherwise.) I bought this dress, I can’t return it, and I’m going to fit into it by June 6, 2015, damnit. I don’t care what anyone has to say about it.

What have I been doing since I last posted, you might ask? Well, I haven’t TOTALLY sucked at everything. I weighed in at WW in July before we went to Alaska, and I was 222.6 pounds. It was a long year of school and I was bleh. Then, my parents and I went to Alaska, I started my third year of teaching, had a crazy first semester, joined Lifetime Fitness, and have trying to be slightly more on track. When I weighed in again on October 11th (doing REALLY well with consistency here, Liz) I was at 213.2 pounds. So, not totally sucking, right? I think I’m probably a little above that right now, but I’m too scared to check. (Curse you, Holidays…)

The best decision I’ve made since my last attempt to be a blogger was joining Lifetime Fitness and take a ridiculously awesome class called Team Fitness. My trainer, Leah, is one of the coolest humans on the planet and a TOTAL fitness badass. Like, she wins competitions and shit. She’s also a musician, and I pretty much couldn’t ask for someone more awesome to make me feel terrible about myself. In the best way possible. Because she makes me do things I NEVER thought were a possibility. (Like one time I did 100 push ups. In an hour period of time. WTF.) She’s a rock star, and I promise I’m not just saying that because she’s probably going to read this. :)

I’ve realized, through this process, that the only way I’m going to ever really work hard in a workout is with a team. I need someone to push me to be less terrible at things like push ups. And pull ups. (I did them! Kind of. Assisted pull ups. That counts, right?) And hollow rocks. (THAT’S A THING. THEY’RE AWESOMELY TERRIBLE.) And running for more than 30 seconds without feeling like I’m going to die.

So that’s good. Now we just have to get the whole healthy food consuming thing in check. I can’t say I’m doing particularly well with that, being that since I started this post yesterday, we went out for Indian food, had breakfast at a diner this morning, and drank all of the I’m-on-vacation-no-one-can-stop-me alcohol. But hey. I’m on vacation, y’all.

This blog post serves to remind me that I need some serious accountability in order to get back on track. No more hiding in the shadows while shoving honey butter chicken biscuits in my face.

I can do this. And you all are going to help me.

:)

Christmas

Me and WRG on Christmas!