22 November 2012


First off, some full disclosure: I'm still in bed. It's just about 7:30AM here in San Francisco. While I don't have anywhere to be until 3:30, waking up seemed like the thing the to do. Getting up, not so much. But waking up, absolutely.

I was going to write 'it's rare I wake up so cheery,' but that's increasingly not the case. I've been waking up early, happy and motivated for nearly two weeks. The secret is simple: vegetables. It's been two weeks since I really committed to losing this weight. I did a detox using vegetable juices (instead of just lemon juice & maple syrup) and that made an enormous difference. I'm not going to go into details, because this post is not about that. Still, it must be noted that I feel great. I'm down more than ten pounds and even though the detox is over, I'm moving forward with a deeper knowledge of what my body needs. In a word, beets.

This post is about Thanksgiving. Actually it's about "thankfulness." I don't know where to begin, I'm so full of thanks.

My family is beyond. We have squabbles like any other family, but at our core, we're nothing short of hilarious. It all comes from my parents. My silly, silly parents. We laugh hard and we laugh often. We absolutely stop laughing every so often to yell and argue. But then (in a fit if rage) someone says something ridiculous, and a new catchphrase is born. I guess I'm thankful for exactly that. We keep perspective. We take the issues seriously. But when something is funny, it cannot be ignored.

I have great friends. Friends with whom I can be honest or curt. They accept me and my idiosyncrasies. I have trouble asking for help. I just do not do it. However, I do rest assured that if I did need something, I would have support.

I don't have to work today. I don't have to work today! If you haven't worked holidays for your adult life, you don't get how monumental that is. I've been able to exercise my passions as they've shifted. Not everyone has that opportunity, so I will not take it for granted.

I worked from home yesterday. I was able to cook a few things which I will be taking to two Thanksgiving dinners today. Below you see a cranberry bourbon relish, which I only made out of curiosity. But believe me, its totally worth sharing.

Alright. It's nearly 8AM and I have things I hope to accomplish. I have a casserole to bake and lemon bars to cut. I also need to get to the gym, do some laundry and clean my apartment.

I'm going to start with breakfast.

01 November 2012

Plumped & Ready

I'm not quite sure how to tell you this. I, myself, can barely believe it's true. But facts are facts and there is no hiding from said facts. So here goes.

I've gain a bunch of weight. A. Bunch. 

This isn't one of those Oprah "how did this happen" moments. I know exactly how it happened. I've been able to trace it very clearly back to August. 

I left my old job. 
I started celebrating. 
I have not stopped. 

It's gone from "cheers to this new opportunity," to "cheers to the ability to go to happy hour," to simply "cheers." I started walking less and taking the bus more. In my defense, the walk to the new job is twice as long at the walk to the old job. Also, I liked the feel of being one of the masses. But guess what? Plenty of the masses walk to work. And a 30 minute walk is not at all ridiculous. And friends are capable of more than just eating and drinking. 

Now here I sit. Plumped up for action. I've gained 20lbs this year. I'm pretty sure - based on the way my clothes (don't) fit - most of that came between August - October. The thing is, I also gained 10lbs in 2011, putting me 30lbs from my healthiest and 50lbs from my goal. 

I have 50lbs to lose. That's nothing short of disgusting. And I am disgusted. 

At the same time, I'm a little proud of me. I've had this weight before. I've gained this weight before. Only then, I didn't listen to my body. This time, I'm paying proper attention. My body is unhappy. It's had it's fill of risotto balls and steak fries and breakfast burritos (with tator tots INSIDE). I can't remember ever loving brown rice as much as I have in the last two weeks. I've been craving plain oatmeal. I've even lost my taste for lattes. My insides are itching for improvement. I went to a boxing class last night, even though I was sure I was going to pass out. Surprisingly, my body was ready. Not only did I survive, I was even giddy afterward.

So yes, we're 50lbs from the finish. But for once my brain and my body are in sync. The gallbladder has been quiet. I feel good. My skin looks great. All signs point to better health. It's go time. And that's exciting.