The hardest part of a diet is making it a lifestyle change. This is something that I have always had problems with.
From 2013-2015, I lost 100lbs by eating a low carb diet. The weight came off somewhat slowly, because I was never fully committed. I “cheated” here or there; I’m Southern, and a very large part of my heritage is tied up in food as a symbol of familial love and comfort. I never really got into meal prep, because neither CB nor I like to eat leftovers or microwaved food. This was all fine and dandy during those two years, because I was only working part time, or I was working from home. I was able to dedicate a lot of time to cooking and a lot of time to working out… hell, it was normal for me to hop on my bike at 9am and not return home until after noon, and not eat anything until 6pm or so. No wonder I was losing weight!
2016-2017 saw a huge change in lifestyle for both me and CB. I returned to school for a graduate degree full-time, after having been out for ten years. We closed on our condo in Nashville, and we’ve been basically working on it non-stop since then, renovating every last damn thing. A second assessment company picked me up for contract work, and then a third — I had a ton of work, in addition to school. CB made a career switch last year. I just graduated this summer with my M.Ed., began interning at a state education agency, and promptly went back to school for my doctorate. We have raised 3 more kittens and incorporated them into our family. It’s been hectic, to say the least.
These are all excellent lifestyle changes. However, while we were so busy advancing our careers, some things fell to the side. Class 3 nights a week meant I stopped cooking as much. Work all day meant I couldn’t ride my bike for hours at a time anymore. An indecent amount of homework in addition to the contract jobs I was still working on the side meant I couldn’t update this blog but a few times a year. Fast food became an acceptable dinner again.
The inevitable happened: we gained a bunch of weight back. So I lost 100lbs in 2 years… and then I put 50lbs back on in 2 years. Son of a bitch.
This can’t go on. I know how to lose weight. I’ve done it successfully. I was so close to being “normal,” for the first time in my life. I am stopping this bullshit right now. I refuse to die young because I’m fat.
Since the day after Christmas, I have been strict keto again. Today I ate very close to zero carbs for the first time in forever. I’ve lost 7lbs. I hope to keep things under very tight control this year. It’s time to get my shit together.
As part of holding myself accountable, I am going to be posting here with more regularity. I am extremely grateful for those of you who have stuck around, despite radio silence. Part of me feels like a fraud to come out and admit that I gained so much weight back… but you know what? That’s the reality of the situation. That’s life. I’m sure I’m telling a story that you’ve heard before. And I’m about to rewrite this bitch again.
Cat tax: meet Morningstar (aka Lucifer, “Luci”), our newest baby, who is approximately 6 months old