Welcome to my new blog. I write “new” because blogging is something I’ve done before. In an attempt to “find myself” at the ripe old age of 20, I started blogging about my college and real world adventures. If you want a laugh, read a few “What is life?” posts here.
Two years later (give or take a post or two), I’m back and no worries, I have no desire to find myself this time around. Full disclosure – I have no idea what I’m doing. Only now, approaching my quarter of a century life crisis, I have no desire whatsoever to figure things out.
So how did this blog come to be? Well, here’s my story in many, many pictures (my phone camera album needed a good cleaning.)
I grew up like this…cute, huh?
A childhood of taking omnivore eating to the next level created this (I really liked her)…
But puberty and discovering that bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream were not a main food group helped me stay like this for most of high school and college…
I moved to New York City six months after graduating college – a childhood dream finally realized. Only no one told me that moving to a new city in the dead of winter when you don’t know a soul could lead to some poor eating and exercise habits along with a case of clinical depression...fun times.
I moved back home in the summer of 2011 and decided it was time to make a change. I bought a new pair of running shoes and started slowly jogging around my neighborhood in an effort to rediscover my sanity. It worked. Every second of that 10-minute mile felt like my chest was about to close in on me, but I didn’t stop. I signed up for my first 5k in August, and that did it. I caught the running bug.
I ran my first half marathon in October, 2011 – 2:15:36
And my second in May, 2012 – 2:05:54 (I think I'm wearing the same outfit).
I’ve been running and “gym-ing” it ever since. From my heaviest weight while living in NYC to current date, I have lost approximately 30 pounds (give or take a few nights of brownies and wine).
My relationship with food has been another huge journey – one I’m still trying to figure out. I discovered along the way that I’m one of the zillion people out there classified as an “emotional eater.” When I’m sad, I eat. When I’m lonely, I eat. When I’m happy, I eat. When I’m cuddling on the couch watching Harry Potter movies (I may be doing this right now), I eat (also may be doing this right now). Food=comfort. Always has, always will.
So one day about a year ago, I decided the best way to fix this issue was to stop eating. Eureka – I solved it! Only, guess what? You have to eat to, you know, stay alive. And I want to stay alive – I still haven’t caught up on Game of Thrones.
Being the control freak I am, I decided to try calorie counting. This method does not work for everyone, but it worked for me. Using My Fitness Pal, I track my daily food intake along with exercise. You put in the amount of weight you wish to lose (1 pound per week, 2 pounds per week), and the app figures out (with no math for me – win!) how many calories you should be taking in per day. When you exercise, those lost calories are added to your total – the number one perk of exercise…more food! In about 6 months, this tool helped me lose the additional 15 stubborn pounds I was determined to lose.
It turns out while my brain wanted to lose 15 pounds, my body was less than thrilled. I was so fixated on a number, I forgot to check and see if my 5’7 frame would be happy with that number as well. It wasn’t.
And that’s why I created this blog. I am so pleased with my running and fitness routine. I run about 5 days, 25-30 miles a week, with that mileage slowly increasing as I train for my next half marathon (Oct 5th!). I take lots of pictures like this (sorry Instagram followers)…
And I am trying to eat as healthy as possible, but also as much as necessary, so that I can keep on running for a long, long time.
I promise all future posts will be shorter than this (well, that's at least the goal)…I don’t have THAT much free time (said the girl blogging at 10:30pm on Friday night). I'm hoping this space will hold me accountable for my workouts (10 miles are on the agenda for tomorrow morning…eeeek!), but will also help me learn to trust my instincts again. I’m in a new city (I just re-located to Columbus, Ohio 3 weeks ago!) and have a little princess to take care of...
How many more reasons do I need to begin again (cue the Taylor Swift song)?
Talk soon, friends. Oh, and eat sweets!
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