Thursday, March 21, 2013


Happy Thursday! 

I woke up in a great mood. Don't you love when that happens? It doesn't matter that my child has been whining non-stop since she woke up (I'm just happy that I have a healthy, happy most of the time, child.) It doesn't matter that I woke up to a sink full of dirty dishes(I'm thankful to have food and dishes for my family.) It doesn't matter that I got woken up by my daughter sticking her finger in my nose. I woke up feeling happy. I'm so thankful for that. 

Also, I'm thankful for all my new followers. I am so happy to get to know each and every one of you. I have met most of you from the Weigh-In Wednesday link-up from Erin and Alex, whom I both adore. 

I thought it would be a good opportunity for all of you to get to know me a bit better. 

Let's start in high-school. I was very active in high school. I played basketball duh, I'm 6'1, I ran track, & I played volleyball. So I was constantly in a sport. In 9th grade I was "bigger", but I quickly lost weight. I never really ate breakfast or lunch and would pig out for dinner. I never learned that the key is a balanced, healthy diet. I didn't know that healthy food could taste good. I just never learned. So I wouldn't eat in order to be skinny. I wouldn't say I was anorexic... I just didn't eat because that was "the cool" thing to do. I honestly don't know how I was so active when I barely ate... If I did that today, I would pass out. Although, I still thought I was "fat" in high school because all my friends were size 2's and I was a size 10. Even when I was very skinny, I was still "big." 

Then in college, I got introduced to beer. Holy calories. Add lots of beer, with no exercise, and eating at 3 am at waffle house and you'll get 30 pounds. Trust me. But, I still wouldn't consider myself "fat." Looking back I still looked pretty good, I think. 
Then I got pregnant. My now-husband and I had been together 2 years when we found out. It may not seem like a long time but we had been living together for about a year and a half and we already shared a bank account. That may seem silly but we just knew. So in my first trimester, I was really, really sick. I couldn't go an hour without going to the bathroom to puke, so I lost about 7 pounds. Then I started packing it on. In the second and third trimester I gained 30 pounds plus the 7 pounds I had lost. I never once exercised during my pregnancy. I thought for sure after I had my 9 pounds 4 oz baby that the weight would just fall off me. I was wrong. I GAINED about 15 pounds WHILE breastfeeding full-time. Who does that? This lady who ate anything and everything and sat on her butt all day. It really hit me when I stepped on the scale and it read 245. 


WHAT IN THE WORLD? So then I started running. It was slow, my husband and/ or I pushing the stroller just up and down our street. But I felt good. I remember when I ran 2 miles straight. I felt like I was on top of the world. After a few 5K's I trained for a half marathon. Even with all that running I never got under 225. For 2 years I stayed between 225-230, regardless of the fact that I was running like a mad woman & told anyone and everyone that I was going to lose weight. The day I ran my half I didn't feel good or "fit." But I did it. 

Something just clicked in January 2013. I knew I didn't want to struggle with my weight the rest of my life. I was tired of telling all my family that we (Jonathan and I) were losing weight and then never seeing any difference. I realized that you can't out exercise a bad diet. Trust me. I worked out daily. Burning at least 1,000 calories a day and then getting home and eating crap. I never saw the scale budge. I was frustrated and would cry to Jonathan not knowing what I was doing wrong. I started reading all of ya'lls blogs about your weight-loss journey's and eating right and something just clicked. 

So I started buying more veggies than I did anything else. We used to LIVE off frozen dinner (that didn't even taste good & were packed with sodium and calories.) I was dumb. So since January I have lost 18 pounds and my husband has lost 33. We aren't stopping anytime soon. Even when I fell down the stairs and broke my back I didn't let it effect my eating (most of the time.) Sure, some days I felt sorry for myself and tried to find happiness in cookies. But guess what? It never made me feel better. I feel better when I eat and serve a healthy and nutritious meal to my husband and daughter and they actually enjoy it. As a southern woman, I love seeing my family enjoying what they're eating and getting joy from their food. That might be wrong but at least now a days its roasted veggies and fish and not a casserole with a stick of butter. 

It feels great to look into the mirror and like what I see. That's a big deal for me. Trying on clothes and not having to cover up all my rolls. It's awesome. I still have a long way to go but I'm proud of my progress.


  1. So proud of you girly! And your hubs too!
    Btw you looks gorgeous in ALL of your pictures!

  2. You.Are.The.Bomb!

    I love the serious senior picture face. HA HA HA

  3. You can definitely see a big difference in those 18 pounds! Glad to hear you're on a roll! Keep it up, lady! :)

  4. Love this post and how REAL it is.
    You are looking AH-MAY-ZING! Keep it up lady, you're doing awesome.

  5. You are beautiful girl!!! Just stunning!

  6. Great minds think alike, huh?!? :)
    You look great and are so dedicated!! Keep it up!!
    I can tell your husband's face is skinnier too!! :)

  7. You are awesome! And, ummm, were you an AOPi?!

  8. Love that you woke up so happy! You're beautiful and I think what you're doing is amazing, keep up the great work!

  9. You're doing so great!!! I'm glad to have found an inspiring weight loss blogger :)