Yay to me
As a warning, this is going to be a totally selfish congrats to me sort of post. If that bothers any of you, I suggest you stop reading now. If, however, you'd love to know what the hell ever got me into such a mood to congratulate myself (which all my friends know is rare), then by all means! Continue! Continue to read, my friend!
Congrats to me. Why? Simple. I not only succeeded in reaching one of my goals, but I somewhat overdid it.
Just over a year ago, I left my boyfriend Dan. I was at my heaviest, and most depressed (that I can remember) at that time. Sorry to say to Dan, but I was not depressed because I was away from him and my little monsters known as Caesar and Atilla. I was depressed because of the situation I was in. I've since then grown up a bit more, and grown apart from the situation. I didn't leave with the intention of never coming back. In fact, it wasn't until a month afterwards that I found out that we had broken up the moment I left on October 1st.
At that point in time, I had been wearing size 16-18 pants. For those guys who have no idea what that means... that's an extra large. It's close to an XXL, actually. I know the majority of you cannot picture me like that, but that is what I was. It was horrible. I felt horrible. I hated how I looked, and I decided to change it. I made a goal. When I started working at the LA Zoo back in 2002, I wore a size 7-9 in pants. My goal was to get back to that size.
So, what I did was simple. I started walking. An hour every day. I walked to the back of the park from my house, and then back to my house. It took a little over an hour at first, which was fine. Then, as I was gaining muscle in my legs, and getting back into a bit of shape for walking, it started taking less than an hour. When it started getting close to only 40-45 minutes, I added onto my walk. I went to the back of the park, then up Valley View trail. It added an additional 1.4ish miles to my walk... and so an additional 20 or so minutes... up hill for half of it (downhill for the other half, go figure, right? It's a mountain. Huzzah!). My hour and twenty or so minutes finally ended up becoming closer to an hour and five even as I lost more weight.
I mixed it up some days. I walked to the front of the valley, and back home. Or, I would walk up Hazelnut trail (3.2 miles, I believe). Depending on what time I had in the day. When I started work, I still walked afterwards, or even before work. In December of last year, I had already lost enough weight to be a size 13 dress. I don't remember what dress size I was before then, but it couldn't have been very small. In March, I was a size 12 pant size. So I knew for a fact what I was doing was working.
One Wednesday back in March or April, I walked for over three hours. I had a lot of time, and a lot of energy. I realized then that I had no problem walking. Sooo... I started jogging. I love jogging. I love running. I always have. I hadn't ever gotten the ability up to jog, though, after my chronic cough set in. I didn't let it stop me, though. I started tacking on half a mile of running during my walks. It's still difficult for me to run a mile, but I have done it before. I've done up to a mile and a half, and it was marvelous.
My friends were awesome, buying me an ipod on my birthday. Made it so that I didn't have the evil skippingness of my cd player. Love you guys! You so totally rock!
I never really cut back on my eating. I did, however, change my diet. With Dan, we ate out a lot. Denny's or Carles Junior, or Round Table. I did cook at home, sometimes. He didn't cook much, though, and I hate to do so. So that was a not so fun situation. ::light shrug:: Once I got home in Pacifica, I started making fruit salads, which I absolutely love. Mom cooked dinners and stuff. I didn't as much watch how much I ate, but what I ate. If I wasn't craving something, I wouldn't eat it. I try not to eat out much at all. (Though, Round Table Pizza is a must every now and again). Also, not being a big fan of soda or chips is helpful.
So now I'm here. It's almost the new year. The "resolution" I made last year was before the new year, but I counted it (hehe. I would, wouldn't I?) And damn it. I am sure as hell PROUD to say that I accomplished my goal.
For Christmas this year, I got some work pants. My size 12s I gave away weeks ago in place of the size 10 that Grandma got me back then, and two other size tens that I had lying around. My mom got me a size 8 pair of pants. My uncle got my a size 10. I went to go exchange the size 10 at Macy's, and they didn't carry the pants anymore. So, instead, I got a gift card. As I went to get my medicine today (because I'm uber sick and have been for almost a week now), I putzed around Ross. I found the same pair of pants which my uncle bought for 54ish dollars at the Ross price of 20. Gotta love Ross. I tried on the eight. Decided I need new work pants, might as well.
They were too big.
I tried on the six. They fit. They fit a bit snugly, but they fit. I can sit down, and be comfortable (which is a big deal for us fems, dunno 'bout the guys). I bought three pairs of pants today. All of them a size six. I went from a size 16-18 to a size 6 in just over a year. Since November of last year. A year and two months (and these last few weeks, truly, I haven't been doing too much exercise, since I work mornings, and the days are short).
I started roller blading only about a month or so ago. Roller blading is uber muchly fun! Maybe I'll get that cute butt I've been told comes with roller blading. ::giggles::
Goals:
1. Become a size 7-9 (ACCOMPLISHED!)
2. Get Associates Degree (One more semester, two units)
3. Save up Money to move (in the process of. Almost where I wanted to be at the lowest dollar amount)
4. Move (June. The oh so wonderful June. House hunting in March)
Go Me!
Congrats to me. Why? Simple. I not only succeeded in reaching one of my goals, but I somewhat overdid it.
Just over a year ago, I left my boyfriend Dan. I was at my heaviest, and most depressed (that I can remember) at that time. Sorry to say to Dan, but I was not depressed because I was away from him and my little monsters known as Caesar and Atilla. I was depressed because of the situation I was in. I've since then grown up a bit more, and grown apart from the situation. I didn't leave with the intention of never coming back. In fact, it wasn't until a month afterwards that I found out that we had broken up the moment I left on October 1st.
At that point in time, I had been wearing size 16-18 pants. For those guys who have no idea what that means... that's an extra large. It's close to an XXL, actually. I know the majority of you cannot picture me like that, but that is what I was. It was horrible. I felt horrible. I hated how I looked, and I decided to change it. I made a goal. When I started working at the LA Zoo back in 2002, I wore a size 7-9 in pants. My goal was to get back to that size.
So, what I did was simple. I started walking. An hour every day. I walked to the back of the park from my house, and then back to my house. It took a little over an hour at first, which was fine. Then, as I was gaining muscle in my legs, and getting back into a bit of shape for walking, it started taking less than an hour. When it started getting close to only 40-45 minutes, I added onto my walk. I went to the back of the park, then up Valley View trail. It added an additional 1.4ish miles to my walk... and so an additional 20 or so minutes... up hill for half of it (downhill for the other half, go figure, right? It's a mountain. Huzzah!). My hour and twenty or so minutes finally ended up becoming closer to an hour and five even as I lost more weight.
I mixed it up some days. I walked to the front of the valley, and back home. Or, I would walk up Hazelnut trail (3.2 miles, I believe). Depending on what time I had in the day. When I started work, I still walked afterwards, or even before work. In December of last year, I had already lost enough weight to be a size 13 dress. I don't remember what dress size I was before then, but it couldn't have been very small. In March, I was a size 12 pant size. So I knew for a fact what I was doing was working.
One Wednesday back in March or April, I walked for over three hours. I had a lot of time, and a lot of energy. I realized then that I had no problem walking. Sooo... I started jogging. I love jogging. I love running. I always have. I hadn't ever gotten the ability up to jog, though, after my chronic cough set in. I didn't let it stop me, though. I started tacking on half a mile of running during my walks. It's still difficult for me to run a mile, but I have done it before. I've done up to a mile and a half, and it was marvelous.
My friends were awesome, buying me an ipod on my birthday. Made it so that I didn't have the evil skippingness of my cd player. Love you guys! You so totally rock!
I never really cut back on my eating. I did, however, change my diet. With Dan, we ate out a lot. Denny's or Carles Junior, or Round Table. I did cook at home, sometimes. He didn't cook much, though, and I hate to do so. So that was a not so fun situation. ::light shrug:: Once I got home in Pacifica, I started making fruit salads, which I absolutely love. Mom cooked dinners and stuff. I didn't as much watch how much I ate, but what I ate. If I wasn't craving something, I wouldn't eat it. I try not to eat out much at all. (Though, Round Table Pizza is a must every now and again). Also, not being a big fan of soda or chips is helpful.
So now I'm here. It's almost the new year. The "resolution" I made last year was before the new year, but I counted it (hehe. I would, wouldn't I?) And damn it. I am sure as hell PROUD to say that I accomplished my goal.
For Christmas this year, I got some work pants. My size 12s I gave away weeks ago in place of the size 10 that Grandma got me back then, and two other size tens that I had lying around. My mom got me a size 8 pair of pants. My uncle got my a size 10. I went to go exchange the size 10 at Macy's, and they didn't carry the pants anymore. So, instead, I got a gift card. As I went to get my medicine today (because I'm uber sick and have been for almost a week now), I putzed around Ross. I found the same pair of pants which my uncle bought for 54ish dollars at the Ross price of 20. Gotta love Ross. I tried on the eight. Decided I need new work pants, might as well.
They were too big.
I tried on the six. They fit. They fit a bit snugly, but they fit. I can sit down, and be comfortable (which is a big deal for us fems, dunno 'bout the guys). I bought three pairs of pants today. All of them a size six. I went from a size 16-18 to a size 6 in just over a year. Since November of last year. A year and two months (and these last few weeks, truly, I haven't been doing too much exercise, since I work mornings, and the days are short).
I started roller blading only about a month or so ago. Roller blading is uber muchly fun! Maybe I'll get that cute butt I've been told comes with roller blading. ::giggles::
Goals:
1. Become a size 7-9 (ACCOMPLISHED!)
2. Get Associates Degree (One more semester, two units)
3. Save up Money to move (in the process of. Almost where I wanted to be at the lowest dollar amount)
4. Move (June. The oh so wonderful June. House hunting in March)
Go Me!