From 2009 up 'til several months ago I would have been proud to tell you about my fitness journey. It would start with me telling you I weighed 175 lbs. in 6th grade, 110 in 9th, and 160 as a graduating senior. Fluctuating, fat and unhappy? That was me! I finally purchased a little journal where I wrote down everything I ate and listed the corresponding calories. I'd mention a thing or two about how it wasn't about exercise in the beginning, but, simply watching what I ate. I made changes to different healthful habits I developed on a weekly basis. I used to order a salad from the Italian Restaurant next to work. It came with a massive bread stick which I felt was okay to consume. Hey! I was eating a salad after all. Eventually that bread stick was eliminated because I'd overcome the mental craving. Carbohydrates had disguised themselves as my friend for too long. So long story short, salad & bread stick became an all-fruit smoothie from Jamba Juice, and so on, and so on. (Cheeseburger and animal style fries became a Protein Style Burger... okay, you get it? Good.) Years later, all these little tweaks turned into me shopping at Whole Foods every Monday morning for fresh fruit, coconut milk, and kale for my flax bread sandwiches, hiking on Sundays, and running 3+ miles every lunch break. Go figure!
Now, I did start this off by saying that "I would have been proud to tell you" my story. Not so much the case. With a few crazy and impulsive life choices, like moving from California to Ohio to South Carolina, I tried really hard to keep this fitness persona I had ascended to. I wasn't successful. Living thousands of miles away from home took a huge toll on my mental limits. I say mental because that's all my body runs off when it comes to food. I use food to take me away. Food can literally knock me into a coma where I can run away and not even know I'm sad. There are so many details I will leave out right now for the sake of time. I was aiming for this particular entry to be a little more about diet and health rather than me delving into a self-diagnosed depression and/or homesick craze.
So, welcome to my blog. It's an attempt for me to get back on the road to success. This detour has been quite the nightmare. I'm a 23 year old female, standing at 5', 4", and weighing in at 150 lbs. BMI=Overweight. I want my body and joie de vivre back and this (you and/or blog) I'm hoping, will hold me accountable.
Binzer
Breakfast: Multi-grain Blueberry Waffles (2)
Blueberries (1/2 cup)
Black Coffee (1 Cup)
