The Skinny on Me

As it turns out, I’m not so good about this daily blogging thing. Granted, this week has been one giant transition for me as this was my first week of no longer working the 8-5 scene (or any scene for that matter). To make it a point to stick to a somewhat normal schedule, I do my best to go to bed by 12ish and wake up around 8ish. I am trying (and failing) to keep working out. I am also trying (and failing) to not spend my days glued to the couch. 

As it also turns out, I am not so good at coming up with things to do when I literally have nothing to do. 

But today (and yesterday) are different. Yesterday, I ran. It was crappy and definitely proved a point (that I need to get off my lazy ass and go outside more often). I also started reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. And today, well today, I’m here. I’m on tumblr, and I’m blogging. 

Day five: Is there any specific event you want to lose the weight for?

A specific event? My life in general. Yes, there will be times in the future that I am using as goals to help me along my weightloss adventure. For example, I plan to run a half-marathon April 1 (assuming I can afford it), and I plan to weigh in the 150s then. Then, in May, I’ll be hitting up both the Kentucky Derby and Vegas. As expected, I hope to be looking fierce for both drinking extravaganzas. 

But ultimately, this weight loss journey is different. It isn’t fueled by my desire to simply look skinny for Vegas. It’s fueled by my desire to finally take charge and be happy about myself. I don’t have a deadline for hitting any certain weights. I just have the determination to get there, sooner rather than later. 

Day six: Have you ever been overweight or underweight?

I’ve always been overweight. There was a time at the beginning of high school, when I lost a lot of weight and walked around in size 6 jeans. At that point, I was within a normal BMI, but I was by no means healthy. I was still, what some like to call, “skinny fat”. I was skinny, but I still had the flub to love around the middle. I was still eating shitty-ass things like Poptarts and Pizza all the time. 

Day seven: Do your friends and family know you are trying to lose weight?

My friends, yes. My family, kinda. My dad and stepmom know, only because I was adamant to sticking to my weight-loss strategy over the holidays. We didn’t do a dessert, because I didn’t want it in the house. We made rice stuffing instead of bread stuffing, because I wasn’t eating processed carbs. 

My other family members don’t know, especially my mom. We have a rocky relationship to say the least. Over Thanksgiving, we were always on edge with each other. She was calling me fat, I was in my typical bitchy, mom-and-i-don’t-get-along-so-i’m-not-gonna-try-to-fix-it mood. I’m not telling her, because I don’t want this to be about her. I don’t want her to make the assumption that this was all started because she kept calling me fat. I don’t want to give her any reason to gloat. This isn’t her success, it’s mine.