Not Your Average Fat Kid

This is a post I've been mulling over for a couple of days and thinking of how to approach. It's been prompted because people keep picking up on little nuggets in the blog and asking me questions, so I thought I might as well address everything here in an honest and factual manner. It's about to get real up in here, so grab a snuggie and some ice cream water and let's see what happens. This may be a trigger post, so feel free to skip the  red  text below  to the happier,  more positive green text. =)  I suppose the best place to start is with my eating disorder. Well, "under control" eating disorder is more appropriate. Anyone who's ever had an eating disorder of any variety knows that it never really  goes away. You learn to overcome it 98% of the time, but with the occasional yearn for your former vice or the even more rare slip back into bad habits. I became bulimic when I was about 16, and we had a fast and heavy kind of relationship...

Hi friends. I feel like I've been on a roller coaster of emotions the last few days. Nothing particularly bad has happened, but there was a wedding, then we received some bummy news about some of our wedding particulars, then I didn't go to the gym yesterday, but then I got some fun wedding stuff done… It's just been a weird few days. OK not really, but who doesn't love a Ron Burgandy quote in the morning? I've been going to the gym faithfully for 2 months now, and am definitely seeing some results with the inches peeling off. Still haven't really lost a pound, and I think it's finally starting to bum me out. Now, I 100% understand that you will build lean muscle faster than burn fat. I also understand that this is a massive reason that a lot of women quit lifting, since they "aren't seeing results". I also understand though that I'm dealing with years of terrible self-esteem/bulimia scars,  compounded with a "gimme gimme ...

I posted this on my Facebook last night, and realized I forgot to share it with my Fat Kid Friends. I lost 10.5" in the last 2 months. I know? Right? I'm a "little" excited. I squealed like a little school girl. Or maybe just like the guy in the bottom picture. I called my mom. I told a few co-workers. I sashayed the halls at work. I grunted a little more on the elliptical (though that was probably due to the knee pain). Suffice to say, it was motivating. I lost 5.5" in May, and now 5" in June. Hopefully the numbers will keep building up as the muscle builds and the fat melts. I lost 1.5" off my left thigh, but only .5" off my right, 1" off my waist, and the other 2" off my hips/arms. Thankfully the inches are coming off fairly evenly, though I'd love if I could lose 10" off my hips. Ah well, it'll happen soon enough. =) So. Confession time. I ate 2 3 cookies yesterday.  I know. I know. The Resol...

I love road trips. I always have. Regardless of it's a 35 minute ride somewhere, or a 30-hour cross country ride, I love road trips. Even more than the drive though, I love the snacks. Salty. Sweet. Bottles of water. Wrapped up sandwiches in foil or baggies. Chips. Cookies. Pretzels. M&Ms for "something sweet". I'll spare you from the vending machine visits. On this journey of compacting a large personality into a medium-sized frame, I've been doing a lot of pondering on what my life was like not even 10 years ago. I was in PA this weekend for a friend's wedding, and we went to Wawa a couple of times. Now, you have to understand, in college the food was terrible . I mean, there were putrid rice balls one time. I kid you not. They were literally putrescent*. Suffice to say there were many, many times where the dollar menu at Taco Bell & Wendy's, or a splurge to Wawa, were our only refuge. I walked into that yellow and red convenience ...

Oh friends, if only I could adequately into words how crazy life has been as of late. Will this suffice? I'm not above admitting this is one of my favorite movies. Wedding is officially in less than 3 months, the Bearded Wonder and I are buying a house, AND I still haven't lost a pound.  I know. Life's weird right now. I will say I'm still making a concerted effort with my food choices, and to work out. In fact, as I type, my arms are whimpering like a sad puppy looking for table scraps.  OK so maybe it's just more pitiful. Whatever.  Regardless, I worked these fools out yesterday! I found out that yet again  I've missed details in my NROLFW book. I know, right? As if I should have learned my lesson from the first time and just read through all of the instructions. But I'm a college graduate! I don't have time for instructions ! PFFFFTTTT TO YOU I SAY!  Classic Sweet Brown.  It was a surprise, though it shouldn't have be...

Stop your wailing, I'm back! Not that I necessarily went anywhere, things have just been craaaazy the last few days… Along with planning the wedding, we've decided to drive ourselves even crazier and buy a house! That's right. The Asian and the Ginger are puttin' down some roots. Suffice to say my brain is about to explode with information overload. Excited/terrified/nervous enough to scream? Seems apropos.  I will confess that this weekend was an absolute blur of house hunting, girl's night, swing dancing, and family time. I couldn't begin to tell you what I ate if I tried. Except for the fondue. Ooohhh was there fondue. Cheese AND  chocolate. With the pending house purchase, the Bearded Wonder and I have decided to go Lockdown Priority 1 on our respective budgets (we haven't combined finances yet, nosy pants). So this means no more dresses for The Redhead, and we're both going to cut back on eating out so much. Yeaaahhhhhhh……… JUST 1...

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