I am writing to you from Austin, Texas where it’s currently 75, sunny, and breezy.

Since I last shared, I’ve gotten into a routine that feels good. It’s a rhythm that generates energy, strength, and pride.

But mostly what I’m thinking and feeling is a sense of grateful peace. Getting to this point is what the previous months have been about. Continuing and changing and knowing that this is my life and feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment. Being comfortable with the pain and challenge of growing stronger and welcoming it daily because what it gives me is so much better than what the fear takes from me.

The truth? It is never easy. I am anxious before every workout. I am anxious before meals. But I conquer that anxiety and no longer let it steal pieces of my dreams.

My crutch is no longer “but I don’t feel good.” I don’t know for sure what causes some of my physical ailments – but if I skipped a workout every time I felt sick I’d never know what I know today. I’d never know that I could wake up on a Saturday morning 12 hours from home, stomach doing it’s “you’re on my time b*tch! I do what I want!”, my head saying “I’m contemplating an AWESOME ache for today,” my whole body still feeling off, and yet still lacing up my shoes, dealing with the discomfort, stretching, and grabbing the bullhorn of my will and telling everything to shut up because this morning? We. Are. Running. We are winning. We are going to accomplish this goal. And we are going to feel amazing.

And then doing it. The team that is my body. Progress, baby. Pride. Now where’s my trophy?


The Opening: a montage

I have no shame. No makeup, slept on hair, flagrant use of feline filler, oh and hugging boxes. It was a special time in my living room this morning.

Thank you to everyone who told me I could do it and encouraged me or hit like on Facebook. It helps more than you know.

50 down; 50 to go.


Sooo happy! So grateful!
Okay. Let’s do this.
It’s, it’s, it’s real!


Whackin skillet! I can lift it cuz I work out.
So happy togeeetttthhhhherrrr!




Destination Food Processor

Oh, little food processor, how you sit in your box. Kittens tried to wrest you free…but apparently, they gave up. (probably to nap on the box)

Please note the overflowing recycle bin (tomorrow is trash day!)

I was still 202 this morning, but who cares? YES, I still want to get to 199 (and lower and lower and lower) but let’s not forgot all the awesome stuff that is AWESOME and get caught up in boo-woo land.

I stopped counting pushups when I do them during training time. When I started working out with Cheryl in December I was doing sets of 8. Today I was informed I’m doing sets of 20. Hello muscles! Bam.

What else? Oh yes, I can run without my lungs and heart feeling like they want to explode. I ran a mile without stopping, more than once which I could NEVER do. Bam.

I’m back on the monthly challenges wagon so I’m back to at least 30 minutes of cardio a day in addition to whatever else (so if I train in the morning, I still need to do 30+ min of cardio). So, I did C25K tonight. TWO workouts today. Bam.

Before: nervous, happy, delusional but gonna do it!

Notice how I always thumbs-up in pictures?

After: sweaty, happy, sweaty, glad I did it!

thumbs-up! And glistening. This was right before I started pouring sweat. It wasn't that hot out, but I guess once I stopped moving my body was all like, "whoa! cool your horses!" PS: that is totally an air filter in the background


[Also, if anyone has any good recommendations on workout tank tops that do not ride up when running, I’d love to hear them. Tonight’s tank (even though it is exactly the same as one of my favorites for cardio) would not stay put. It kept rolling up to just under my bust. Distracting.]

So, Dear Food Processor (and your little friend too!), You will be mine. I have big plans for you. You’re going to make me some almond butter. And you’re going to shred some zucchini. And you’re going to do the onion chopping from now on. Oh yes. Rest now, Food Processor. For soon we go into battle.