But I Thought The Fat Would Just Go Away!

For someone who has essentially been obsessed with losing weight since childhood, I’m surprised by how much I still need to learn about the actual mechanics of weight loss.

I mean, sure– I know about weight loss. Aside from everything I learned in school, I’ve spent years upon years absorbing all kinds of information about the subject. However, it seems as though there was one critical tidbit I completely glossed over: Where fat goes when we lose weight.

It seems as though I learned the answer to this question once upon a time, but had long since forgotten it. Well, I got a wakeup call today, and you know what? I’m absolutely mortified. 😳

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Jack & Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill…

…but today, I didn’t. 

And from the looks of it, I won’t be climbing any hills for awhile.

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Donut Even Go There

Can I just start off by saying that today’s workout was a bit brutal?

My back hurts.

My abs hurt.

My thighs hurt.

My arms hurt.

My hair even hurts.

I mean, okay. So maybe hair follicles don’t exactly have pain receptors, but if they did, they’d hurt worst of all.

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Dear John: It’s Not Me. It’s Most Definitely You.

You know what? Sometimes relationships simply don’t work out. As much as you may try to sweep the inevitable, ugly truth under the rug, all things come to the light eventually.

Today I had to end one of my longest relationships. *sheds fake silent tear*

I’ll be honest: I genuinely didn’t want to do it. Despite seeing all the signs of trouble, I thought we could work things out. I thought things would change… that I could change if only I worked just a bit harder.

Man. We’ve just been through so much together. Where did things go wrong? What pleasure did you get in calling me fat? What could I have possibly done to make you love me more? I only wanted for us to be happy together.

No. No, I’m not going to do it. I’m done playing the blame game, remember? What’s done is done and that’s the end of the story. I did everything I could to be faithful. The best thing to do now is pick myself back up and just move on. I’ll find someone new before I know it.

Stupid, stupid scale.

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Today I Threw A Fit. I’m Not Sorry.

Today I threw a fit.

I have zero remorse.

Sure, I’m not a five-year old who lacks the emotional maturity and understanding to refrain from stamping about as she huffs and puffs like a disgruntled bear, all because things didn’t go her way. I get that; really I do.

But I was tired and hungry and worst of all, I had to workout.

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