Despite my recent weight loss slow-down, I hit a fun milestone today: 150 pounds gone! I still have a long way to go, but 150 down is pretty amazing. 65 before surgery, 85 since. I just can’t believe I carried around 150 additional pounds on my body every day. I guess that’s why I didn’t move much.

73.8 pounds to go. It seems like a never-ending effort, but I will make it!


6 Months!

Today is 6 months out from my RNY on January 22, 2008. What a crazy whirlwind it has been. I decided very early on that I had a philosophy about this whole RNY thing that included the following personal rules:

  • I chose not to starve myself, even as a new post-op. I ate at least 800 calories per day, every day, since surgery. Sometimes that meant 4 God-awful protein drinks, but I found some that weren’t too bad. Why risk malnourishment and a F’d up metabolism if I don’t have to?
  • I chose to exercise 5 days per week starting in week 8. It began with nothing but walking, and now I’m up to 25-mile bike rides!
  • I chose to follow the philosophy that carbs are not the devil. That there are good, whole-grain carbs like brown rice and whole wheat pasta. This is a mixed bag for me, because while I still believe that carbs are necessary and even healthy, they do cause me to crave more carbs. It’s a precarious balance I’m still working on.
  • I chose to follow the rules: 64 ounces of liquid, every day, for the past 6 months. A minimum of 60 grams of protein, every day, for the last 6 months.
  • I chose NOT to weigh my food or log it in Fitday every day. Doing those two things probably would have helped.

And here’s where I am: 81 pounds down from surgery, 146 pounds down from my highest weight. I have 73 pounds left to reach goal.

I expected my weight loss to be a little faster, honestly, but I’m glad I haven’t wreaked havoc on my body or metabolism to get there. I expected to weight about 212 today, and I weigh 218 instead. I won’t make the goal of reaching 199 by the time school starts August 25th, but I should be under 210. I won’t make goal weight by Christmas, but I should be able to make it by next summer.

The pace is fine. Nothing to panic about, it’s normal to slow down at 6 months. I just have to keep reminding myself that “If I follow my food plan and exercise, I will lose weight!”

And the best part? I’m not miserable while trying. I feel strong, healthy, and confident that I’m doing the right thing.

Quick & Dirrrty

A quick and dirty assessment of my world:

  • Big presentation this wednesday. Freaking out a little bit.
  • Almost 6 months out from surgery… weight loss creeping to standstill.
  • Rode 25 miles on my new bike this weekend. The saddle isn’t so comfy, but she rides like a dream.

Workout plan for this week:

  • Monday: 30 minutes of interval on the cross-trainer + weights
  • Tuesday: 30 minutes interval training on the bike + yoga
  • Wednesday: 30 minutes of interval on the cross-trainer + weights
  • Thursday: 30 minutes of interval on the bike + 30 minutes on the cross-ramp
  • Friday: 60 minute spinning class
  • Saturday: Bike trail

And now I’m off to another week of the daily grind!


I am happy to report that I did follow my workout plan for this week. I’m back in the saddle, you could say. Spinning class was incredible… we climbed like 4,000 feet or something crazy like that. I’m addicted.

And speaking of cycling and saddles and addiction… I got my new bike! When I started getting into this whole cycling thing, I knew I’d buy a Trek. My dad’s a hard-core Trek fan, so it’s in my DNA. I started shopping around and got my sights set on this little beauty. Behold the Trek FX 7.2 WSD:

I already love her. She’s smooth, she’s cool, she’s a very fun shade of blue! There’s a matching helmet out there somewhere that I must find.

But the miracle is this: this bike retails for $519.99. I knew it was the bike I wanted. The bike I had to have.

And then?

This morning?

I checked Craigslist. And wouldn’t you know it, someone listed this bike for $350. With like 50 miles on it. I called. I went to the bank. I picked it up.

And now she’s mine! I’ll take my first ride on it tomorrow on the bike trail. I’ll let you know how it goes!


Last February, I presented my first real conference paper. Since I’m starting a PhD in about a month, I figured it was time to actually bite the bullet and start earning lines on my CV.

Today, I got an email that selected papers from the conference are going to be published. In a book. By a publisher. With an ISBN number.

And my paper will be in it! And my name will be on the Table of Contents!

That’s two lines on my CV for one conference paper. Boo-yah!

Buh-bye LB

I just went on my last shopping trip to Lane Bryant.

Well, I’m sure I’ll be back there at some point in my future, but not to look for something for me. There are way too many other places I can shop to be hanging around there!

But, you see, I had a merchandise credit leftover from back in the day. And they’re having a big sale. And I have very few clothes that fit.

So I went in and quickly snatched 4 lightweight sweaters and a cardigan set off the clearance rack… for $5 a piece. And then, in order to use my coupon, I needed to buy something regular-priced.

Jeans! I always need jeans! And my new 18’s from Old Navy are falling OFF my body!

But with this new sizing system, I was lost. You know, the red triangle, yellow square bullshit. How the hell am I supposed to know whether I should try on a yellow or a red? And HOW DOES SIZE 1, 2, OR 3 MAKE ANY FREAKING SENSE?! We are big ladies. We don’t wear size 1’s and 2’s and 3’s. And your new system doesn’t fool us.

So I had to get help, and the lady eyeballed me and said I’m either a yellow or red. Try size 3.

The size 3 yellow square’s were so ass-tight on my hips I couldn’t believe it, although the did fit my waist. It was weird.

The size 3 red triangles fit at the waist, but were too big on my hips and thighs.

So I tried a 4-yellow-square and a 2-red-triangle. See how this can get really confusing?

I ended up just buying the 2-red-triangle because that’s the only thing that looked halfway decent. So I left with 5 sweaters and a pair of jeans, which, after my coupon and gift certificate, cost me only $21. THAT right there is the only thing I’ll miss about the LB.

Time Travel

Melting Mama, by way of The Pioneer Woman, asked:

How similar is your life now to how you imagined it ten years ago? Twenty years ago? Are you exactly where you imagined you’d be? Or are you constantly asking yourself, “How did I get here?” Do you mourn the unrealized plans in your life? Or are you happy no matter what your circumstances?

Ten years ago I was sixteen. I could hardly imagine what life would be like at twenty six; I could imagine college, but not beyond. I know that when I pictured myself, I pictured confidence. I always hoped I’d be a dynamo in my twenties, rocking a professional career and taking no prisoners as I climbed the corporate ladder.

Another friend of mine blogged today about how our generation was constantly told we could do anything. And it was true. But the sheer number of choices has been overwhelming and scary, and leaves me second-guessing every decision I’ve made along the way. If I weren’t married, I could be working as a lobbyist in Washington. If I had dreamed bigger, maybe I could be earning my PhD at Harvard instead of the University of Central Florida. If I’d been less selfish, maybe I could have served in Africa for a couple of years already. There are a lot of opportunities out there that I haven’t taken because I’ve made certain choices.

I’m tied down. I have a husband, a mortgage, and a career-in-the-making. I don’t regret my choices, but I am ultra-aware that for every decision I make, I close the door on some opportunities. That’s life.

I think that if my 16 year-old self was looking at me right now, she’d:

  • Kick my ass for putting my parents through hell at ages 19-21.
  • Think my husband’s hot
  • Ask me why I don’t spend more time with friends. And why I haven’t made many new friends.
  • Be really, really glad I’m losing weight again. Because that 16 year old was 129 pounds and pseudo-anorexic. She’d be glad I’m learning to be healthy in a wholesome way
  • Tell me not to worry about having kids yet. It’s not like I’m thirty or anything (Hey! It’s my 16-year-old talking, no offense!)
  • See why she should have worn sunscreen all those summers

So no, I’m not where I expected to be. But that’s partially because I really couldn’t imagine 26. And partly because I believed the hype that I was an Ultra Special Unique Person who would change the world in a single bound. Instead, I’m really just another Joe Blow (not that I’m not incredibly cool though!).

No, I don’t mourn the unrealized plans in my life. Because anything could happen. I have no idea what the future will bring, and I may still climb Mt. Everest (not really) and run for Congress (not really) and skydive (not really… but you get my drift). The unrealized dreams of my life are exactly that… just unrealized. They’re not dead. It’s not over. I do great things!

Plus, I know my dreams for my life are nothing compared to God’s dreams for my life. I’m truly just along for the ride!

I wish I could say I’d be happy no matter what the circumstances, but that’s just not true. I can pretend to be ultra-spiritual and say that I’d be at peace with whatever. But that’s not genuine. I wouldn’t be happy no matter what, but I’m happy right now with what I’ve got. I’m grateful every day!

Oh… and twenty years ago? I was SIX. Six-year-olds have no concept of their adulthood! I probably would have imagined my life just like my mom’s was at that time… when I was six, she was 27 with two kids, a husband, and a life full of laundry and playgrounds and church groups and toys. I’m sure I would have expected the same thing for myself and boy, was that off the mark!