I think most bloggers will agree that receiving really nice comments makes blogging worth it. I am fortunate, so far, that I have not received an awful comment, but I know they are out there.
Yesterday, I received a comment on my Goalgetter2013 – How did I do in March? post that really made me smile. It was so sweet, and it pretty much summed up the reason why I blog.
Nanci, I love your transparency, your tenacity, and cheer your accomplishments…which are many! Whether you know it or not, you are an inspiration! You are real and fun! I loved your honesty when you were frustrated and DONE with Weight Watchers, I’ve been there too. I loved seeing and feeling your passion as you have returned to WW. I can feel your happiness through your posts and photos! You should be bursting with pride accomplishing all those runs after your injuries…you inspire me! Thanks again for putting yourself out there! Cheers to an Awesome April!
I am very open and honest in my blog. To share my weight for all to see is a big thing. To share when I have a bad week and eat everything in site is not easy. But I am human. And before I started my own blog, I was reading blogs that inspired me for that exact reason.
I’ve said all along that my blog more than anything is for me. It helps keep me accountable every single day. I am not perfect, I have bad days and want to eat, eat, eat. I love beer more than I probably should. Some days I don’t even want to think about putting on my running shoes. There are days when I have willpower of steel. And then I can go from one extreme to the other just like that. I might be that irritating person who posts meals, workouts, and more but I need to do it. I need to do it so I don’t give up on the days that are hard.
It’s not easy to post about a weight gain or a missed run or a race that didn’t go as great as I thought. But I do it for support. There are so many others out there in my shoes – either inspiring me or perhaps I’m inspiring them.
So when I receive an email like that, it makes me smile. It reminds me of the days before I was a blogger, when I was inspired by others’ journeys. It inspired me enough to start my own blog and put myself out there. Everyone has a different battle they are fighting and everyone has some sort of motivation to offer. To know that I inspired someone else is a wonderful thing. Thank you Kim, for that comment. It was a great way to start a Monday morning!
How have blogs inspired or motivated you to continue? Share with me one blogger that has inspired you.
I started this blog for me. I love to write and share my thoughts, ideas, and more. I use it as a way to be accountable to myself on this journey. I like to share photos and more. For me, it is a source of journaling.
I started my blog after reading and following a couple and I realized how fun it would be to have my own. Any goals I had for my blog were directly aimed at ME. I was doing it for me.
In the last week, I’ve heard from two people who have told me that I’ve motivated them to do something. This makes me feel great. To think that something I do for myself is helping or motivating someone else is like icing on the cake. To think that the words I share on this blog inspires someone else is fabulous. And even moreso, it motivates me to keep up with what I’m doing.
I hope that as I continue on this journey I continue to be an inspiration to you!
After 6 weeks back on WW, I hit 10 pounds today – 10.2 pounds to be exact. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. What has it taken to get to this point?
- Being mindful of what I eat MOST days. I am not perfect everyday. I have my little splurges, and I don’t feel guilty when I do.
- Make the best choices I can whether at home or out. There are plenty of options and if you are not afraid to ask for something to be cooked or prepared a specific way, you can absolutely eat healthy just about anywhere.
- When in doubt about what I’m eating, if I’m unsure of the actual points, I add an extra point. Better safe than sorry.
- Use my extra weekly points. As silly as it sounds, it’s important to use up every one of the 49 extra points on top of the 26 daily points. You would think that by using fewer points, I would lose weight quicker. Not the case. Especially the more active I am.
- Drink ALOT of water. In my world, there is no such thing as too much water.
- Be creative when cooking. When I am not on WW, I eat whatever is fast and easy. When I’m on WW, I take more time on food planning, preparation, and cooking. I enjoy the process. I like coming up with a recipe that is low in points, delicious, and filling. I eat a lot more fruits and veggies when on WW and I enjoy them.
- I only get on a scale once a week, at WW. In my OCD-world I live in, being the all or nothing girl that I am, I cannot get on a scale during the week. I can’t have one at home. I would get on it every day. And in my world, my weight can fluctuate by 3, 4, or 5 points in a day. The scale at WW, once a week, works for me.
- Go to the meetings. In the 6 weeks I’ve been back on WW, I’ve had to miss 2 meetings and I miss them when I do. By listening to other members talk about the same struggles I have, it is comforting. We are all there for the same reason – to make better choices and to enjoy the journey. It’s not always easy, but when you are in it together, it really helps.
- Be active. I am a firm believer in being active, Find something you like and do it. Running, walking, Zumba, tennis, TaeBo, etc… Just do it. If I were to do WW only and just try to lose weight by changing my eating habits, I would not be as successful. It’s a team effort between the healthy choices and being active.
I still have a long road ahead of me to get to my goal, but the 10 pounds I have lost will go along way to keeping me motivated and doing the best that I can. I already feel better in my clothes and can feel the difference when I run. I didn’t gain it all in a few months and I sure won’t lose it in a few months. But it will all be worth it when I reach my goal!
Today was a very a special day. I will remember it for a very long time. Back on December 29, 2011, I registered for the Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon in St. Petersburg. I was determined to do it. I walked and ran in preparation. I expected to walk most of it and run what I could.
This past week was full of anticipation. It was all I could think about. After I picked up my bib, shirt, and swag bag on Friday – I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. This was the weekend I would finally become a half-marathoner. All day yesterday, I wanted the day to pass quickly so I could go to sleep and wake up this morning. Like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting oh-so impatiently for Christmas Day.
The alarm went off at 4am this morning and I was ready to go. I showered, dressed, ate a good breakfast, got my stuff together, and we were out the door at 5:20am to beat the traffic to Tropicana Field in St. Pete. The only thing I was worried about was the weather. IT. WAS. FREEZING. With the wind chill it felt like it was in the 30′s and it was windy. I was shivering all the way to my bones. I started out in 2 shirts, a jacket, and gloves.
Finally it was time. The first corral started at 7:30. I was in Corral 12 based on what I thought my finishing time would be. We had to finish in 4 hours and I projected 3:25. We started at 7:46:23 am. Within the first mile, I could not contain myself and I started running. I ran off an on through the whole race. I wasn’t running to beat others or to finish by a certain time. I was just running because I could and because I was on an adrenaline high. This was the farthest mileage I’d ever put in where I was running a good portion of it. I’m not a fast runner, but I run.
Hubby received texts on his phone as I crossed certain points: 5k, 10k, 10 mile, and finish. I saw him three times during my run – right at the start, the 5k mark, and at the finish line. He took some great photos for me.
There were bands and music throughout and lots of wonderful people cheering us on, handing out water and Gatorade. It all kept me going.
By the 5k mark, I was ready to take my jacket off, as I had finally warmed up. The gloves would stay on the rest of the way.
At about the halfway point, I realized that I was really going to do this. I was going to finish this and finish it good. For me. It was very emotional experience. I cried many times during for many reasons…. This was a HUGE thing for me, it was HARD, and I was so proud of myself for taking it on, and riding out the determination of doing it as the weeks passed leading up to it. I didn’t let my insecurities get in the way or focus on all the what-ifs, and my downfalls. I cried from the sheer beauty of the route, especially as we ran along the water. I cried because I knew there would be so many people who would be proud of me for accomplishing this. And I cried because I wished more than anything Daddy was here to hear all about it, to tell me how proud he was of me.
When I hit the 10-mile mark, it felt SO close. Never had 3.11 miles felt so far or so close all at once. When the route was closest to the finish line and I could here the music and people cheering, it made me want to push myself farther and harder. When I rounded the last corner in mile 12 and saw the 13 mile mark and the finish line just past that, I was in tears again. I was so close to finishing, so close to completing this goal I had set for myself.
I saw hubby just before the finish line and that made me cry more. He was there for me as he always is. He supports me and I love him dearly for it.
Crossing over the finish line was a blur. My official finish time was 3:11:33, coming in 6503 out of 7006. I was handed a medal, given a blanket, a bottle of water, and a banana. My picture was taken with my medal on. It was then that I realized I had not stopped my watch. I texted hubby to tell him I was waiting in the family area and waited. When I finally saw him, I was so excited. And then, I saw my mom and Jenna! What a surprise that was. I had just texted my mom to tell her I had finished. I had no clue they were there, even though I found out afterwards that they were standing right by hubby at the finish line. Me and my tunnel vision…
Again I was crying, overwhelmed at finishing, seeing hubby, and seeing my mom and Jenna. they had balloons, and were so proud of me. It was a moment I will not forget.
The day could not have gone more perfect. I started the race with my good friend Terrie, knowing that she was doing it in honor of two very special people as part of Team In Training. I ended the race, feeling extremely proud and strong and loved. And I was so excited to hug Terrie and enjoy the moment with her, knowing we both finished. We did it.
The afternoon was topped off perfectly with a great lunch, with Nick and Autumn joining us. I am exhausted and sore beyond belief, but it is still a wonderful thing. And tomorrow, the 13.1 decal will go on my car. Finally.
Today I did what I’ve been needing to do for awhile. There was no more denying my clothes not fitting like they used to, or my inability to control my appetite and how much I was eating. I needed something to keep me line since I can’t seem to do it myself. I went back to Weight Watchers.
There is nothing like getting on the scale knowing it’s going to read a number that is higher than you want it to be. Finding out just how high it is is even worse. I am all about being open and honest here on my blog, but for now, I don’t want to admit what I weighed in at. It’s higher than I’ve been in many many years and I don’t like it. Not. One. Bit.
It’s that kind of anger and frustration that I need to get me off my butt and do something about it. And I am the only one who can do it. I am excited about following the new PointsPlus program and see what all it has to offer. I am excited to plan my meals and have that structure that I need to stay on point.
I didn’t stop going to Weight Watchers because I wanted to. I stopped going because when I got busy at work and needed every minute I could to do what I needed to and was bringing work home to do in the evenings, the easiest thing to give up to make time for that was my time at WW and working out. All of a sudden, my Friday mornings were spent wherever I had surveys or permitting or customer meetings, so I wasn’t able to go to my WW meeting. When I would get home from work, instead of putting on my running shoes the minute I got home and running out the door, I was sitting down at my dining room table to continue to work on whatever I brought home with me. I was also eating whatever was quick and easy. All of this added up to extra pounds for me. Nobody’s fault but mine. I didn’t like it but I was doing what had to be done. This is where I need to find balance. I work to hard at work to keep things busy and I can’t let being busy control my every minute and affect my wellness.
A good friend is doing WW too. I look forward to sharing recipes, thoughts, motivation, and more with her. I also just last night read a post on Colleen Bee Fit’s blog about how she just reached her Lifetime weight goal. What an inspiration she is! Her before and after photos are incredible and she is so amazing. I guarantee you when I walked back in to Weight Watchers this morning, I was thinking about her meeting her goal. I want to again feel that excitement of getting to my goal weight and I want to br proud of myself for working my butt off.
It won’t be easy. Lord knows my body doesn’t respond like it used to. But nothing worth having is easy. It’ll be hard to not eat everything in site and have to really limit those glasses of wine I so enjoy. On the flipside, I will enjoy foods that I love and I will be taking better care of myself. In return, I look forward to feeling better not only about how I look, but also about how I feel. I don’t like being achy and sore all the time. My body is telling me something. And finally, I am listening. That is a very empowering thing.
I hope you’ll follow me on my journey. Any support I can get is important to me and will motivate me to keep plugging away at this, one pound at a time, however long it takes.