Tag: MLtransformation

Great e-mail to get this morning from one of my very best friends in the world (who lost ~50 lbs in the past year):

Hey girl

After our chat this weekend, I found this.  In case we get into the mode of “beating ourselves up” over a couple of pounds up and down, the bigger picture is an overall lifestyle change.  Which because of you, I’ve made as well.  Even if we have mini falls off the wagon, or allow ourselves a little holiday vacation, it’s ok!  So, thanks!

You look amazeballs!

Long Beach boardwalk post Sandy…gone.

I’ve spent so many miles there. My last “get loose” run before my first half marathon, my first run longer than 13.1 miles run (when if you recall I tripped at mile 12.5 and face planted because my shoe caught a nail) which also happened to be my last run of 2011. Most recently I ran a few miles on the boardwalk on my birthday in August to celebrate.

It literally blows my mind and breaks my heart to see this picture which was sent to me by a friend whose friend is emergency personnel for the county.

Talk about BEFORE and AFTER.

Sarah and I have each lost more than 40 pounds since the last time I saw her in summer 2009.

Sarah came to DC this weekend to visit and run the Race for Hope 5K with me. She kicked ass with a time of 24 minutes.

Despite us not living in the same state since college, Sarah has been such a supportive friend, cheerleader, and tumblr reader. We are running the Marine Corps Marathon in October together and know it will only strengthen our bond.

The Case For Former Fat Girls

**I don’t’ agree with all of this (from Thought Catalog),, but some of it struck a chord**

I am firmly convinced that former fat girls are among the best people in the world. A reformed cherub with a heart of gold and almond milk running through her veins, a former fat girl has developed the monkish asceticism necessary to subvert her metabolical shortcomings. Intellect, humor, and kindness are the vestigial sexual organ of the former fat girl that remain even as girth shrinks. Heretofore referred to as the FFG, this is my emphatic declaration of the wholesale superiority and date-ability of the Former Fat Girl.

Mar. 9, 2012⁠ By Amanda M. Duberman ⁠

First and foremost, the former fat girl does not rely on positive reinforcement based on superficiality, because she never could. Forced to develop a personality absent the praise afforded our more lithe adolescent peers, the former fat girl is often a blissful conflation of both Megan Fox and Melissa McCarthy. Armed with a compulsory stellar personality and arsenals of artificial sweeteners, the FFG’s intellect and wit are relatively inelastic to shrinking mass. The FFG had considerably more social downtime to dedicate to academia than her more buoyant, extracurricularly occupied peers. As such, GPA often corresponds proportionally with BMI, and having spent time in the upper range the FFG likely occupies the upper tax bracket. Say hello to your sugar (re:splenda) mama. 

While the lifetime skinny girl is difficult to impress, former fat girls are reliably receptive to any complement that faintly implies thinness or delicacy. Verbal adoration of her cheek bones, or even better, knobby knees, guarantees a sprint to second base. Carelessly lift her off her feet mid-dance or hug and she’s yours for life. Forgive me Ms. Steinem, but the former fat girl is often more tolerant of anti-feminist relationship pitfalls, and holds fast to her inaugural post-chub beau like she does to the last non-fat Greek yogurt at Dean and Deluca.  

Furthermore, the FFG is unimpeachably groomed. After all, prior to joining the ranks of the modestly nourished, enhancing our non-caloric dependent traits was all we could do to illicit masculine response. We can be counted on for fantastic hair, expertly applied make-up after years feigning facial definition, and strategic scarf and waist belt placement. 

Less existentially, the former fat girl tends to be easy on the wallet. Lightly dressed greens are considerably less expensive than the filet mignon an endocrinology gifted waif may elect for. March Madness can be thoroughly enjoyed without a pestering spouse given the month’s threatening proximity to bathing suit season. Fundamentally a glutton, the former fat girl may indulge her reformed hedonism (or, I daresay, oral fixation) more illicitly with you as the prime beneficiary. Our thighs, once best friends but now estranged, might just open generously after an average five-year delay of virginity loss. 

The Hemmer

I went to the tailor (or as a former precious redneck student of mine once said ‘the hemmer’) yesterday to get THIS yellow jacket taken in FINALLY.

I’ve consigned or donated a lot of the my XL clothes, but I always loved this jacket. I remember when my mom bought it as a birthday gift for me in ’09 from Macy’s. I was too big for a large and I HATED the idea of getting a 1x. Somehow we managed to find an XL they had and bought it.

The jacket got too big on me very fast and I have rarely worn it despite, LOVING it. Since my new job is at a school whose colors are green and gold – I knew I had to finally get the jacket taken it so I can wear it to work. And yes I’m a school spirited nerd I don’t even care if you’re judging me about it.

The tailor said he’s need to create a new seam because it’d be a lot of material to remove! I’m pretty sure that if I bought the jacket today I could have fit the medium. 

I’m excited it get it back after LA – which I leave for in 1 WEEK! I’ll be sure to post pictures of me in my “new” jacket!

Lenten Challenge

Last year I started “adding” things as opposed to giving up things to challenge me during Lent. 

Last year I added – making my bed. And I’ve still kept up with it. In a year I’ve probably only skipped a handful of days. 

This year I am taking on a Planking Challenge. I need to work on my core and I thinking working on increasing my maximum plank time would be a good start. 

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Last year I also gave up “snoozing” my alarm, which I only was half successful with. I didn’t plan on trying to do it again and already snoozed this morning, but starting this minute I’m going to try and not snooze. 

It’s amazing how when I started this blog weight loss was how I measured my success. These days I measure it by my strength and how hard I can push my body.

I was thinking about this change while I was in spin class being “sweaty fabulous” to quote the instructor. I was pushing my body as hard as I was not to burn extra calories, but because I could. I liked looking in the mirror from time to time and catching my bicep or calf flex as it worked haaaard.