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!

The Book of Faces

Hey, you.

Yes, YOU.

Have you liked Love Weights on Facebook yet?

Because sometimes I say things on there that I don’t say on the blog.  Like, “Hey guys, don’t tell the people who only read the blog, but I like you guys more!”

Just kidding, I don’t say that.

But what if I did?  You would never know….unless you LIKE LOVE WEIGHTS ON FACEBOOK!

Okay.  That’s really the only reason I’m posting.  Back to lesson plans. :)


My dear friends – this is my 100th post on Love Weights!

It’s been a rough couple of months, so I’ve decided that I’m done being uninspiring.  (Yes, you can decide something like that.)  I’m just not going to suck at losing weight right now. I’m tired of feeling fat, feeling tired and gross, feeling unhealthy.  I’m tired of getting on the blog and saying “Sorry, kids, I gained again.”  Speaking of which:

Weight gain this week: 1.8 pounds
Current weight: 206.6 pounds
TOTAL weight loss: 29.2 pounds

Okay, fine.  I’ve accepted it.  These last two weeks were shitty.  MOVING ON.

I want to bring your attention to something.  Please see Exhibit A:

That, right there, was taken on November 20, 2011.  I can’t possibly tell you how good it makes me feel to look at this photo, and then look in the mirror today.  Plus, my incredible friends keep telling me that I look good and I’m doing well, which keeps me going more than anything in the world.

I haven’t blogged in quite awhile about the reasons I’m doing this whole weight loss dealiebob.  So let’s talk about that.  In list form.

1.  I don’t love the way I look right now.  I certainly like it, but I don’t love it.  I know that I would be prouder of a more fit body.
2.  I don’t want to get diabetes.  It runs in my family, and I am only inviting its onset by being unhealthy.  This is such a big, fat DUH.  My health is the most important thing.
3.  I feel so much better when I eat healthy food and work out consistently.  When I wake up in the morning and my ring goes on my finger easily, I feel like I’ve already succeeded.
4.  Two words: new clothes.
5.  This blog – it makes me happy, and it keeps me going.

I’ve posted this before, but here’s another reason:

A picture is worth a thousand words.  (For those of you who don’t know, this was taken in 2006 when I was at 158 pounds.  Thinspiration.)

It’s going to be a good week.  I started the new job yesterday, and I’m beyond excited. This also means that I’m back into a routine, which helps so much when it comes to food and exercise planning.  Walter and I killed it at the grocery store on Sunday, and we cooked scallops and risotto last night.  We fancy.

Even though Walter accidentally put in a little too much corn starch for the sauce on the scallops, they were still absolutely delicious.  We added mushrooms to one of our WW favorites – Asparagus Risotto.  Insanely good.

So if I haven’t been motivating yet, hopefully this will be: on Sunday morning, I went to 24 Hour Fitness with the intention of meeting WRG to do a spin class.  It was full by the time I got there, so I went with a step class.  I love step class – it’s like extreme dancing, because you’re trying to do walkovers and rotations and repeater knees and L steps and all those shenanigans while stepping onto a slightly unstable plastic riser.  And inevitably, you fall. Some people fall gracefully, catching themselves with their hands on the step, or not even hitting the ground at all.  Not Liz Love.  Liz Love misses the step, tips the top part up completely, and falls in a heap of limbs on top of her equipment.  Nothing graceful about that.  After wiping the embarrassment off of my awkward body, I caught my breath, drank some water, and jumped right back in to finished the class.  I had to ice a pretty gnarly bruise on my leg later, but it was worth it —

If you STILL aren’t motivated – GO WATCH THE OLYMPICS.  Those are some fit, feisty, and fine folks.  Mmm.

Mostly, this post just serves as a reminder: I am seeing this through.  A little weight gain has never stopped me before, and it’s not going to stop me now.  I needed that reminder.  And so did you.  :)