About Liz Love

I'm Liz Love, and I really like beautiful, musical, and lovely things. Sometimes I get a little snarky (like when people say "LOL"), but I try to keep the thoughts lovely. I have two blogs - Liz Love Photography, and Love Weights. I'm way more into losing weight right now, so the photography blog doesn't get a whole lot of love. Stay tuned. :)

A Good Day

Sometimes, you just have a good day.

You’d think, since today was the first day back to school after 2 weeks off, this wouldn’t be that day. And I’ll be honest – some of my children forgot which end of the clarinet to blow into, and most of them walked around like zombies all day because they’ve been staying up until 4am playing video games for 2 straight weeks. But it was still a good day.

Today, I hung out with some kiddos, most of whom really like to be in my class. We made music together, we laughed about silly things, we high-fived a lot – it was great. I made a lunch that was absolutely delicious and healthy. I drank coffee that I made at home. I didn’t overexert myself, I just steadily kicked butt all day long.

Then I came home and made dinner with MY BOYFRIEND WHO LIVES WITH ME NOW.

That’s right – Walter’s back in Austin! WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

It’s basically the best thing ever. He’s only been officially moved in for a few days, and we’ve already made dinner together twice. And they’ve been healthy and delicious. Tonight was tacos – ground beef, veggies, and guacamole in a corn tortilla. Walter also found HEB tortilla soup that was delicious and really low calorie. It was amazing on this chilly evening!


I tracked everything I ate today, and I stayed under my points. Bam, bitches.

2 other exciting things in the past few days: I got my hurr did…


And I drank a beer that had glitter in it.

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(Austin Beerworks does it again.)

That’s all I’ve got for you right now. My dear friend Amanda just joined WW with me, and we are going to work super hard together to make this shit go down the way it’s supposed to.

Lots of love, friends. Lots of love.



Oh, hey guys. Remember me?


It’s been awhile, blah blah blah. Guess what? LIFE HAPPENS. Leave me alone. And stay offa my lawn!

Now that I’m done being crotchety, here’s what’s up: I moved to a new apartment last week, I’m in my second year of teaching, Walter lives in Dallas, that sucks, some days I’m kind of healthy, some days I’m not, mostly not healthy lately, and I feel like bleh. And more bleh. (WordPress kept autocorrecting that to “bleu”. I guess it’s fitting.)

Here’s what I did tonight: I went to the grocery store. WOW LIZ, people do that every day, shut up, you’re not that big of a deal. Oh yes I am, unknown italicized nay-sayer. Because I truly don’t remember the last time I went to the grocery store and actually purchased food with the intention of eating it sometime other than RIGHT THAT SECOND. Yep.

On the grocery store note – the HEB close to me is the. shit. Seriously. It’s an HEB Plus, which already makes it about 18 times more badass. (Just like Super Target. I’m sorry, what’s that? You made one of my favorite places in the world, “SUPER”? I’m effing THERE!) The aisles in this place are, like, the size of a street lane. That already helps one of my biggest annoyances with grocery stores: other freaking people. At this place they are just pushing their carts down the other side of the street. NBD.

So I bought food. And let’s be honest – not even THAT much. When you see these photos, you’re going to be like, “Good job, Liz. You improved your food situation by about 18%.” But guess what. 18% is better than nothing, bitches.

Fridge before:**


Fridge after:


“Woo hoo!” shouted no one. Oh well – it’s better than it was before. Now I have the following: grapes, apples, pears, bananas, carrots, lettuce wraps, bell pepper, turkey, cheese, yogurt, milk, frozen meals, ice cream bars, breakfast sandwiches, popcorn, and a salmon thing for dinner some night this week. (All the veggies and fruit are in that bottom drawer. It fogged up because I had the door open for so long. Save the earth!)

I guess I’m back. But don’t hold your breath. Here’s to…..being slightly better than I was yesterday.

**A note: do you see what my fridge looked like, post-move? Like, that’s friggin absurd. Gin, beer, tonic, leftover pizza, and an empty Brita pitcher. Livin’ the high life, my friends.

Personal Best

Tonight was the first time I have been on a real ralk in months. (For those of you who are new to Love Weights: walk + run = ralk. It sounds cooler.)

I drove home from Dallas today (random bad weather make-up day off from school), plopped down on the couch, and turned on old episodes of The Office on Netflix. Walter texted me that he was going for a run, and then I felt guilty and mopey and all those other I’m-a-blog-of-do-nothing feelings. (That’s why I keep him around.) Instead of getting of the couch, I sat at my computer, making a workout playlist. (If only that burned as many calories as ACTUAL ralking did.) When I finally decided to get my ass off the couch and use that rockin’ (ralkin’?) playlist that I so deftly created, I found that it was absolutely BEAUTIFUL outside. Austin decided to give us one more night of breezy, gorgeous weather right before sunset.

I turned on my new Spotify playlist, and I was amazed at how much it motivated me. Usually, I put on a Radiohead or Muse album, or I let Pandora do the work. Inevitably, that leads to me being annoyed with slow songs or songs I don’t like as much as others, or songs I’ve never heard, or songs I just DON’T WANT TO HEAR RIGHT NOW, PANDORA. HOW DARE YOU.

This new playlist allowed me to not ever worry that I wasn’t going to be completely happy with a song choice. I jammed out the whole way. I know it might not be everyone’s preference, but here it is – I’m proud of it:

(Use at your own risk. I like to be cursed at while I ralk. Weight loss uncensored, bitches.)

I put it on shuffle play, and smiled. For my entire ralk, I smiled. Even when I was gasping for air and I felt like someone was punch me in the side, I was jamming out to my music. The weather was ridiculous and the sunset was magical.


I went a total of 2.5 miles in 38 minutes. Have I gone farther in previous ralks? Of course. With faster miles? Duh.

But tonight, I felt amazing. I felt joyous that I live in such an amazing place, thankful that I have lungs that gasp and legs that ache, and proud of myself for getting off the couch and taking care of my body.

By my standards – that’s a personal best.

Down 2.6 Pounds

Last time I blogged, I posted for the first time in over 3 months. It was truly a momentous occasion, and I am so thankful to everyone for reading it!

And that was a month ago. I’m sorry. Can you ever forgive me?

Let’s pretend like you said, “Of course Liz we love you and you never do anything wrong let’s be friends forever hugs and kisses!” and move on with our lives. It’s been kind of an up and down month, but I have good news – I’m down from the last time I posted! Here’s the stats:

March 23, 2013 — 203.2 pounds
April 6, 2013 — 205.0 pounds
April 13, 2013 — 204.0 pounds
April 20, 2013 — 201.4 pounds

That means – almost back to under 200 pounds! I am so very thankful for that.

Saturday’s weigh-in was obviously a good one – down 2.6 pounds. This may have a little bit to do with the fact that, I (……wait for it…….) played sports. Twice. In one week.

I know, I know – you’re thinking, “Wow, that’s really not that amazing.” You would be right, if it weren’t for the fact that, save for a summer softball league in 8th grade, I don’t play sports. Ever. And I’m not sure I’ve ever played an organized sport in my adult life. Until this last week.

There is a very good reason for this: I’m hilariously uncoordinated and terrible at pretty much all sports ever, but I’m ridiculously competitive. Like, annoyingly so. It is almost always a detrimental combination. This was made very clear when I jammed my finger playing basketball with my students last week. It still hasn’t healed. Typing is hard.

But I digress. The point is, I tried something new with my exercise. I wasn’t terribly good at basketball, or at touch football (school fundraiser), but I burned some serious calories and I was sore the next day. And that ridiculous competitive streak in me was really, really happy that we won. (Even if I had next to nothing to do with it.)

I was very happy when I stepped on the scale on Saturday, because I had been feeling skinnier. If you have ever tried to lose weight in your life, you might know this feeling. It’s always when I’ve been pretty good, I’m trying not to be too optimistic, but I feel as though my stomach is smaller. (That’s how I feel every time. Never in my arms or legs or anywhere else.) To celebrate, Walter and I went shopping. (This man is truly an amazing human.) We went to the Domain, and I tried on a dress at Fossil that was slightly out of my comfort zone, mostly because it was shorter than my usual dress preferences. I looked in the mirror and felt oddly wonderful. So here it is!

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It has rainbow-feathered swans on it! How weird is that? I love it. And yes those are new shoes. Thanks for asking. :)

I just wanted to share this with you, because I know it can feel like those moments of self-love are few and far between on a weight loss journey. Here’s to another great week – and to me avoiding the donuts at work today! :)

One Step Forward…

Well hey, everybody!

To say it’s been awhile would be an understatement, so let’s just say this – I’m not dead. Hooray! Much has happened over the last….ahem….almost 3 months (ew, gross), and most of it has absolutely nothing to do with me and my weight loss journey.

HOWEVER. I got up yesterday morning, after a glorious, relaxing, beautiful Spring Break, and I decided to go to Weight Watchers. It wasn’t even a decision to “get back on track”, honestly, my first step was just getting my ass out of bed on a Saturday and heading to the 9:30am meeting. (Trust me, that in itself was damn close to a miracle.)

Full disclosure here – when I went to WW yesterday morning, it had been at least 3 weeks since my last weigh-in. My expectations were low – in fact, I think I said to Walter, “I really hope that I haven’t gained 10 pounds.” But I hadn’t! I certainly hadn’t lost weight, but like I said – my expectations were low. All the world needs to know is my current weight, because this feels a little bit like starting over.

Current weight: 203.8 pounds

I’m still going to measure my success from the beginning of the journey, but today really feels like I’m starting over. And that’s okay. I mean, how many times did Thomas Edison have to start over? Or Sara Bareilles? (Yep, those are the only two famous, successful people who popped into my head. Get over it.)

Today, I’m taking one step forward. I’m not dwelling on all the steps I’ve taken back, I’m simply taking one step forward. Actually, it’s more like 2 or 3 steps forward. I weighed in at WW, I’m writing a blog post – I might even go to the grocery store today. **gasp**

One thing that has happened over the last few months will greatly impact my daily/weekly routine, so I thought I would let the blogging world know. In December, Walter was offered a totally fabulous and awesome new job – in Dallas. I am SO incredibly happy for him, because he deserves every bit of amazing success in his totally rockin’ career. However, this does mean that we are going to be long distance for awhile. He was able to work from home in Austin for the last two months, but just yesterday he moved all of his things to a totally killer apartment in downtown Dallas. I’ll be honest – it’s going to be really, really hard to be without him during the week, especially when it comes to cooking. (Over the past few months, the ONLY way we ate a home-cooked meal was because he so wonderfully made it for us.) A big reason why I’m blogging today is to get my mind back in the right mental place to start eating healthy ALL the time, with or without my cook of a boyfriend. I just didn’t want all six of you reading this blog to worry about me and WRG. He’s still as amazing as ever! :)

My mom always tells me, when I’m feeling down or in a rough spot, to write down 10 things for which I am grateful RIGHT NOW. Today I would like to take that advice, and share my findings with you.

10 (ish) Things For Which I’m Grateful TODAY: Sunday, March 17th

1. My family. No matter the situation, my mom and dad are ALWAYS there for me. Always.
2. This guy:
IMG_26403. Dark chocolate. Not a day goes by that I am NOT thankful for dark chocolate.
4. Dear, DEAR friends who understand me and put up with all my weirdness.
5. Starbucks. But only because I don’t have internet until Tuesday, and they have a 7-point yummy breakfast wrap.
7. Really, REALLY pink shoes. I can’t properly explain you how happy they make me.
photo 38. My incredibly demanding and TOTALLY rewarding job.
9. Playing music. Check out this amazing band I’ve been playing with: KP and the Boom Boom. We had a gig last night at SXSW. Amazing.
photo 410. FRUIT. Fruit is my weight-loss savior.
11. This blog!
12. Weight Watchers. I wouldn’t be where I am without it.
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That’s where we are today! To those of you still reading – thank you. Writing this blog helps more than you will ever know.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!


Me – after a year of being at Weight Watchers! (With really wonderful friends before a 5K!)

As of Monday, November 19, 2012, I have been an active member of Weight Watchers for exactly one year.  This being my one-year anniversary on this wonderful, difficult, up and down, exhausting, and amusing journey, I thought I would do a little bit of reflecting.

When I started this blog, I was angry.  I was feeling fat, in pain, pissed off, and ready to change something.  I hit the ground running, lost 25 pounds in the first 9 weeks, changed my eating and exercise habits, and totally rocked out.

Then things started to slow a little bit, because that’s what happens in any weight loss journey.  Your body goes, “Oh my god.  You’ve stopped putting terrible food in me!  I must drop all the pounds!” and then after a few months, “Ahhhhh, I see where this is going.  I’m going to crave things I shouldn’t and stop losing as quickly because the honeymoon’s over, lady.  Way, way over.”  (I’m not sure if your body talks to you, but mine does to me.  It’s really chatty.)

And then life happened.  I quit my job and spent almost 2 months being unemployed and with WAY too much free time on my hands.  My weight fluctuated up and down, every single week, because I just wasn’t as dedicated as I was at the beginning.  My focus was elsewhere – socializing, spending money I didn’t have, and building a wonderful life with my boyfriend.  I’m really glad that I had that time for myself – but it didn’t do great things for my weight-loss success.

When I started my teaching job, things turned around a bit.  I was on my feet all day long, eating healthy breakfasts and packing healthy lunches, and just being too busy and overwhelmed to really eat bad things.  I FINALLY got past my 35 pounds, and my body was kind of going through a second honeymoon.  (Greedy body, needing more than one honeymoon.)

Then we moved.  And my year got more stressful.  And I got really sick.  And once again, life happened.  BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT LIFE DOES.  These last few weeks are a perfect example of how much your weight can fluctuate from week to week.  Check it out.


November 10, 2012
Weight loss that week: 2.4 pounds (AND I WAS SO EXCITED BECAUSE IT WAS 40 POUNDS TOTAL YAAYYYYY…..but wait for it.)

November 17, 2012
Weight gain that week: 4.8 pounds (are. you. kidding. me.)

November 24, 2012
Weight loss this week: 1.6 pounds (thank HEAVENS for this)
TOTAL weight loss: 38.2 pounds

It wasn’t totally terrible, but in three weeks, my total was a gain of 0.8 pounds.  Not exactly going in the right direction.  But when I was sick, I didn’t eat much because I didn’t feel like eating much, got to a total of 40 pounds lost, and was preemptively overjoyed.  As I got healthier, I started craving all the food I didn’t eat while I was sick, retained a bunch of water, was PMSing, and gained FOUR POINT EIGHT pounds at my next weigh-in.  (I actually laughed when I got on the scale.  It was extra funny, because it was immediately following my completion of a 5K.  This is not an opportune time to weigh-in, friends.)

This week, my parents came into town.  (I had an amazing FULL week off from school.  It was incredibly necessary.  And wonderful.)  Austin is known for its ridiculous plethora of amazing restaurants, so naturally we went out to eat frequently during the week.  But my dear mother, who is also an incredibly successful WW member, was there to remind me that we didn’t have to overindulge every single time.  We ate a lot of incredible food, but we also made lunch/dinner at home a couple of times.

To add to our list of slightly more healthy decisions – Thanksgiving!

(Isn’t our little table so cute??)  One of the things we talked about at our WW meeting yesterday was how to deal with the things that you really feel you cannot live without on Thanksgiving.  For me, that involves mashed potatoes, stuffing, and pumpkin pie. Solution? I ate small portions of stuffing and pumpkin pie, and made this killer mashed potato/cauliflower recipe.  Everything was delicious.

Doesn’t that look yummy?  And kind of healthy?  And Thanksgiving-y?  We’re not super into cooking for Thanksgiving, so we picked up our delicious turkey from Rudy’s.  That was possibly the best decision ever.  (Not pictured: scrumptious pumpkin pie.)

When I weighed in yesterday, I was very glad to see that I was back down 1.6 pounds. (Doesn’t exactly offset that giant gain the week before, but I’ll take it.)  I started thinking about this blog post and how I would feel so stupid coming back AGAIN to say – “I really need to get back on track.  Now is the time for me to get amped up again.  This is going to be a great week!  I will NEVER STRAY AGAIN!”  It feels stupid because I’ve said it so many times before on this blog.  Where, you might ask?  Oh, how about here.  Or here.  Also here.  Oh wait – here, too.  (I forgot about that one!  That one was angry….)

But as I read through old posts from this blog, I noticed a trend.  Almost every time that I vowed to get better, channeled my self-loathing into healthy decisions, wrote about all the changes I would make – my next weigh-in was pretty awesome.  So I DON’T feel stupid writing about this.  I don’t feel stupid saying that this week WILL be better.  I don’t feel stupid saying that WRG and I are going to the store today, with a comprehensive grocery list, informed by a detailed food plan for the week.  I feel great saying that I am going to try to take my workout clothes to work so I can go straight to the gym.  I feel proud that I didn’t completely overindulge this last week and that I’m now looking forward to 40 pounds lost without using my sickness to get there.

Now I’m amped.  Are you?


My dear, sweet, kind, loving, amazing readers.  (And I am not at ALL saying that because I haven’t posted in forever and I’m a terrible person and possibly the worst weight loss blogger ever.)

An update:

October 20, 2012
Weight gain that week: 1.0 pounds

October 27, 2012
Weight loss that week: 2.2 pounds!!
TOTAL weight loss: 39.0 pounds

I didn’t weigh-in.  Yep.  Terrible person.

Saturday was a long day, and that’s why I didn’t weigh-in.  I judged region band all day long, thought I might be able to weigh-in afterwards, but couldn’t because I WAS THERE FOREVER.  But let’s be TOTALLY honest here.  I could have figured that out before and weighed-in earlier in the week.  I chose to be lazy.  I chose to wait until the last minute and only really have one possible weighing-in option and I blew it.  And this week, I was determined to get this posted by the next time I weighed in – so naturally I waited until the last possible day.

Part of that is because I am sick.  So sick that I’ve been home from school since Wednesday, and I haven’t been inspired to do anything except sit and sleep and watch TV.  It’s SO annoying.  But at least I haven’t been that hungry!  It’s the little things, right?? Ugh.  Whatever.  I caught up on my soaps.  (And by “soaps” I mean “fairy-tale related shows”.  You know, Once Upon a Time and Grimm.  Soaps is just more fun to say.)

These last few weeks have been hard, and not really for any good reason.  Yes, we moved, and yes, I’m sick, and yes, teaching is hard – but there’s always going to be something, isn’t there?  Some of you are probably wondering why in the world I’m complaining, being that I was down 2.2 pounds two weeks ago, but I’m just being honest. I know that I have not been making the best decisions.  And I will tell you that.  Even though I could lie and you’d never know (never know, never know, never know **fading out**…..you know, like an echo?  Ugh, internet is hard.)

And I certainly haven’t been exercising.  I have figured out, however, that if I come home and sit on the couch, I don’t intend to move again unless it involves food or sleeping. Unless there is a meal or a bed coming my way, I’m probably not going to vacate our amazing and wonderful couch.  Solution?  Work out before I get home.  Hooray!  Of course, the first time I tried that, I got sick.  Literally.  The FIRST day I packed a bag of work-out clothes to take to work, I started feeling yucky and now I’ve been out for 3 days straight.  I do believe that means I’m allergic to working out.  (That’s the only logical explanation, here.)

Since I’m not so motivational with the whole weight losing thing, let’s talk about other things.  We moved!  WRG and I are now in a 2 bed 2 bath in a beautiful neighborhood in an apartment that we love – but MOST IMPORTANTLY I DON’T HAVE TO DRIVE ALL DAY TO GET TO WORK.  (I’M NOT EXAGGERATING THAT WAS MY LIFE.  BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT IF I’M TALKING IN ALL CAPS I AM MOST LIKELY BLOWING THINGS OUT OF PROPORTION.)  We’ve spent the last few weeks spending way too much money and trying to make it feel like home.  Our epic bookcases are up – and the chalkboard has a new place in the dining room (with Bach and Beethoven prominently displayed):

I stuck placemats to the wall.  I love them.

(I promise our walls aren’t as green as our lighting/my iPhone makes them look.  But they are just a little greener than one might like…we’re working with it.)

And our porch is so pretty (AND WALTER IS OFFICIALLY A MAC CONVERT!!!!).

We love it here.  And I don’t feel nearly as stressed when I get home, because I haven’t driven for ELEVENTY HOURS.

That’s the update.  I absolutely WILL weigh-in tomorrow, and then I will tell you all about it. I really hope this sickness leaves soon, because I was just getting motivated to get back on track with exercising.  Here’s to a healthy weekend!