Just a quick post about my current situation..... A break from dwelling, Yay!!!
I want these (Lululemon Wunder Unders)....
I want them bad. Unfortunately they cost a fortune and are made in China, so spending that fortune is really hard to justify.
So if I want them I have to work for them. The agreement with my husband is that if I hit the gym everyday for 30 days they will be my prize. I am just as excited for the challenge as I am the prize to be honest.
I love a challenge!.... Prizes don't hurt either!
Fat to Thin (ish?)
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
So I went to the gym.
I went to the gym a lot.
I used an elliptical, I got a fitness program set up by a trainer, I got a cute gym outfit from Joe Fresh.
Side note: I can no longer buy fitness gear at Joe Fresh as they don't make small enough sizes! A huge victory, but it's sad that I can't get things there anymore.
Exercise was going to solve my weight problems! Woot!
I worked out harder than anyone at my gym. I am not exaggerating, although it should be noted that it was a very small gym and most of the members were quite a bit older than I was..... a good 20 - 30 years older than I was.... Still, I busted a gut and got results.
I lost thirteen pounds in a month.
It was amazing, sort of.
After those thirteen pounds I hit a plateau. I simply stopped losing. I got stronger and fitter, but I stayed heavy.
Strangely the fitter I became the worse the extra weight felt. My fat was getting in my way. Every time I attempted a new fitness challenge I felt it holding me back, keeping me from truly excelling.
This new found love of fitness made me realize I had to change more than just my physical activity. I had to change my diet as well.
That is when I discovered a miracle sent from above. By above I mean the internet of course, but apparently the internet does not necessarily come from above it actually comes from a series of tubes. I digress.
One of the best things that has ever happened to me is discovering LiveStrong.com. More specifically their daily plate function.
I began tracking what I ate and it blew my fragile little mind.
I used an elliptical, I got a fitness program set up by a trainer, I got a cute gym outfit from Joe Fresh.
Side note: I can no longer buy fitness gear at Joe Fresh as they don't make small enough sizes! A huge victory, but it's sad that I can't get things there anymore.
Exercise was going to solve my weight problems! Woot!
I worked out harder than anyone at my gym. I am not exaggerating, although it should be noted that it was a very small gym and most of the members were quite a bit older than I was..... a good 20 - 30 years older than I was.... Still, I busted a gut and got results.
I lost thirteen pounds in a month.
It was amazing, sort of.
After those thirteen pounds I hit a plateau. I simply stopped losing. I got stronger and fitter, but I stayed heavy.
Strangely the fitter I became the worse the extra weight felt. My fat was getting in my way. Every time I attempted a new fitness challenge I felt it holding me back, keeping me from truly excelling.
This new found love of fitness made me realize I had to change more than just my physical activity. I had to change my diet as well.
That is when I discovered a miracle sent from above. By above I mean the internet of course, but apparently the internet does not necessarily come from above it actually comes from a series of tubes. I digress.
One of the best things that has ever happened to me is discovering LiveStrong.com. More specifically their daily plate function.
I began tracking what I ate and it blew my fragile little mind.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
How Did This Happen?!
After coming to the realization that I was fat I had to ask myself how I got that way. I so did not want to ask that question.
Asking myself how I had gained almost 50 pounds in two years meant facing up to some rather nasty truths.
I always ate "healthy". I ate things like this:
This is a healthy recipe, nutritionally dense, full of leafy greens and fiber.
Healthy.
When you are a petite woman and eat two heaping plates full in one sitting and then follow it up with a desert, even if that desert is made with whole wheat flour and agave syrup, you are not eating a healthy meal.
Over eating is not healthy.
I always used the fact that I was eating healthy foods to excuse the huge portions. The constant snacking could not be bad for me as all of my snacks were wholesome.
No one ever taught me about calories. This in not an excuse, just a fact. I spent so much time preparing healthy whole foods, I researched nutritional information, never did I think to look at calories or serving sizes. I just ate and ate and ate. I was a disordered eater. I ate when I was stressed, I ate when I was sad, I ate when I was lonely. I ate and ate and ate, all the while wondering why I was getting bigger.
But Even after I realized I was fat I still couldn't face the fact that I was over eating. I simply could not believe that I was that person. I could not admit my gluttony to myself.
I was a mess.
Asking myself how I had gained almost 50 pounds in two years meant facing up to some rather nasty truths.
I always ate "healthy". I ate things like this:
From www.101cookbooks.com I did actually use this recipe quite often. It is super yummy. |
Healthy.
When you are a petite woman and eat two heaping plates full in one sitting and then follow it up with a desert, even if that desert is made with whole wheat flour and agave syrup, you are not eating a healthy meal.
Over eating is not healthy.
I always used the fact that I was eating healthy foods to excuse the huge portions. The constant snacking could not be bad for me as all of my snacks were wholesome.
No one ever taught me about calories. This in not an excuse, just a fact. I spent so much time preparing healthy whole foods, I researched nutritional information, never did I think to look at calories or serving sizes. I just ate and ate and ate. I was a disordered eater. I ate when I was stressed, I ate when I was sad, I ate when I was lonely. I ate and ate and ate, all the while wondering why I was getting bigger.
But Even after I realized I was fat I still couldn't face the fact that I was over eating. I simply could not believe that I was that person. I could not admit my gluttony to myself.
I was a mess.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Visuals... scary scary visuals.
Two computer generated images of yours truly. One at my earlier weight of 117 pounds and one at my peak weight of 165.... I put both of them in the same outfit to make comparison easier. This is definitely a Fat Kate outfit.
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Hi Kate
So, hi.
I am blogging because a few years ago I realized I had become fat.
This really freaked me out.
I had never been fat. Never thin, but NEVER fat.
I was always cute, small waist large chest... some jiggle to my thighs, but nothing that couldn't be hidden with denim.
How I was able to bury my head in the sand while I grew from a size 4 (American sizing) to a 6 to an 8 to (gulp) a 10.
A size 10 is not big for most women, but I am barely 5 feet tall with a small frame. I weighed 165 pounds. One Hundred and Sixty-five pounds. It was only two years before that I had weighed in at around 117 pounds.
When I could finally face what had become of my body I panicked, I could no longer hide from myself behind sweatpants and "healthy" over eating. My stomach rolled over my my hip bones. I was disgusting.
After many nights of tears I decided that I needed to buck up and do something about it.
I am blogging because a few years ago I realized I had become fat.
This really freaked me out.
I had never been fat. Never thin, but NEVER fat.
I was always cute, small waist large chest... some jiggle to my thighs, but nothing that couldn't be hidden with denim.
How I was able to bury my head in the sand while I grew from a size 4 (American sizing) to a 6 to an 8 to (gulp) a 10.
A size 10 is not big for most women, but I am barely 5 feet tall with a small frame. I weighed 165 pounds. One Hundred and Sixty-five pounds. It was only two years before that I had weighed in at around 117 pounds.
When I could finally face what had become of my body I panicked, I could no longer hide from myself behind sweatpants and "healthy" over eating. My stomach rolled over my my hip bones. I was disgusting.
After many nights of tears I decided that I needed to buck up and do something about it.
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