The Evolution of a Weight Loss Blog and Blogger

I was so inspired at the Get Radical Conference last weekend to take control of areas of my life I’ve been struggling in, I’ve been planning posts with some of the things I learned from each speaker and some of my takeaways. After reading two slightly vulnerable and honest posts from Alison at Wardrobe Oxygen and Maegan at …love Maegan, I felt compelled to share a little bit more of myself before sharing any thoughts about the conference.

quote about change

For those of you who have watched this blog (and me evolve) from the beginning, you know that it started as a weight loss blog; as I grew to understand that weight loss is more than nutrition and exercise, I started to write about more than just weight. I realized it was about self-love, forgiveness, confidence,  emotional issues, medical issues and not waiting to live your life. It gradually became more of a lifestyle blog.

I discovered plus size clothes that were trendy and flattering, and actually created outfits I didn’t mind going out in public in after years of trying. I saw the confidence it created in me and was so excited to share it with others. I knew how hard it was to find good things in larger sizes. It is by no means shallow, how empowering to feel comfortable, even sexy in your clothes and in your own skin. Sometimes I went too far in that direction and forgot that I wasn’t (and didn’t want to be a big fashion and style blog).

I dabbled in yoga, S-Factor, walking, body monitors, three different gyms, a ton of exercise DVDs and a crazy vibrating abdominal belt that I’m fairly certain was just electrical shocks. These were all really fun things, for a time, and I had a great time discovering them and giving others new ideas, many of whom had success with them. Again, I had to work hard to not want all the ads, sponsors and fitness giveaways that the fitness bloggers had.

I did Weight Watchers, I bought Alli, I tried three different doctor prescribed weight loss pills and a doctor prescribed weight loss plans. Again, these things have worked well for others, but not for someone who didn’t stick with them. I blogged about WW since I know a lot of people do it, but it felt very inauthentic  to me.

I tried meditating, affirmations, journaling, goal setting, therapy, reading every book imaginable, and a gazillion programs, not to mention wellness coaches, holistic doctors, PCOS specialists and endocrinologists  The spiritual side of this is where I learned and grew the most, and the one I loved writing about because it allowed me to dig deep, to be open and talk about things many don’t. Most times I was sharing what I was doing, but sometimes I’m sure it felt overwhelming or salesy.

None of  these things were wrong personally or on a blog level; I wasn’t doing crazy cleanses or lying to readers. The problem was inconsistency in both areas that kept me from fully committing in either. Now, here I am, at the same weight I, stressed and feeling crappy all the time; and though I’m proud to say the blog has grown organically, I would have liked to share more content and less filler at times.

Of all the things at the conference, the most important one I was reminded of was this:
Change happens when your current situation is more painful than the steps to change will be, and you are able to hang on to that hope for change throughout the process.

I, my friends, am at that point. I’m exhausted every day, frustrated in so many areas of my life, stressed like I’ve never been before, constantly feel like crap, and have no quality of life.
I’ve at times let the above impact the quality and consistency of this blog. I want this blog to be 100% the essence of me, a true community for women, a valuable resource and a fun escape. I want to be proud of it next week, next month and next year, not make a quick $20 from it.

Change starts now.

I Am More Than a Number on a Scale

Weight. Scales. Pounds. Clothing sizes. Points. Calories.

Are you good and scared for Halloween now? What is about those (mostly) arbitrary numbers that send chills down our spine?
 
I’ve meant to blog about it, but haven’t yet, but a few months ago I rejoined Weight Watchers. While there are several good reasons that I joined, there are still facets of WW or any “formal” weight loss program that I struggle with.
 
Saturday was a perfect example of one of my challenges. For the past several weeks, I had been on somewhat of a roll, losing 1+ pounds each week. While I was feeling quite good about my success and virtuous from the number on the scale, I was also waiting for the other shoe to drop.
 
Why? Because I wasn’t entirely sure how I was losing the weight.  I was taking my phentermine and had drastically reduced my portion sizes, but this was something that hadn’t made a damn bit of difference before. I was so busy with work and barely eating, I knew that wasn’t something I should or could keep up long-term. I was still eating crap for the most part, even soda…something I hadn’t touched in months.
 
I wasn’t counting points, I wasn’t eating for diabetes or PCOS, for nutrition, or for health or energy. I wasn’t getting activity in and my stress was at an all time high. It just didn’t seem right that this behavior was being rewarded with weight loss when my superhuman attempts had not been.
 
And so at Saturdays meeting, the other shoe finally dropped – with a thud. The Weight Watchers receptionist gently told me I was up “a little bit” and asked if I had expected it. I nodded yes in a fog and found my way to an empty seat to stay for the meeting. I snuck a peek at my tracker to find that a little  bit was 2.4 lbs. Holy crap.
 
I wasn’t truly expecting it. I was hoping the miracles from previous weeks had continued, but I wasn’t shocked. I was however, angry, frustrated, depressed, berating myself and ready to scrap the fun weekend Mike and I had planned for pity, party of one.
 
And all over the number on a scale. Am I worse person for it? Do my friends and family love me less for it? Is it some sort of fatal flaw, a testament to my lack of character? Is this so-called failure a sure sign that ill never amount to anything? The answer to all of these questions is no, my logical brain gets that. The not so logical part of me however is a judgmental bitch and says that all that is true. I’m working on shutting her up.
 
Why do we determine our self-worth with meaningless numbers? Why do we allow the scale to dictate how our day will go?

Menu Plan Monday for July 23rd

 

meal planning and grocery shopping

As I’ve committed to spending more time and effort on my meal planning attempts, I’ve decided to give myself some extra inspiration and accountability by linking up to Org Junkie’s Menu Plan Monday.

I, of course, am still at a point where I try to plan my breakfasts, lunches, and snacks, as well as dinners, but I’ll share more of my meal planning details in the upcoming weeks.

Menu Planning Monday buttonDinners
Thai Coconut Curry Shrimp with Brown Rice and Broccoli
Whole Wheat Pasta with Homemade Meat Sauce
Cajun Chicken Pasta
Chicken Tacos on Low-Carb Tortillas with Reduced Fat Sour Cream, Low Fat Cheese and Avocado
Chicken Francese

(I’m loving SkinnyTaste this week!)

Desserts & Snacks
Pina Colada Cupcakes
Air-Popped Popcorn w/ Parmesan Cheese and Garlic/Herb Seasoning (use I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter spray to help the seasonings stick)
Reduced Fat Triscuits topped with apple slices, deli ham, and low-fat cheese
Graham Crackers with Almond Butter

Breakfast Ideas
Perfect Fit Protein Pancakes
Iced Coffee with Stevia and Almond Milk
Banana-Mango Smoothie with Almond Milk

Lunch Ideas
Tuna with Greek Yogurt, Green Onions, Carrots and Cucumbers over Mixed Greens with Annie’s Green Garlic Dressing
Leftovers, leftovers, leftovers!