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Tag Archives: weight loss
It’s been a long week and you’re probably wondering how it went, given my dreaded Month of Suck admission last week. I’ve spent this past week slowly recalibrating myself, lowering my expectations, ditching my guilt, and focusing on the individual steps to take rather than being overwhelmed by the bigness of my journey… And it’s been [...]
If you enjoy this, or any of my posts, please hit the “like” button at the bottom, because sharing it on Facebook helps me get readers, which is kind of the point. Thank you for your support! October was My Month of Suck. Things went badly at the end — personally, financially, physically, spiritually. Times like [...]
Yesterday I cycled 42 kilometres. That’s the fifth time I’ve ever bested 40km in a day. It felt pretty awesome, because it’s the first time out of all those times that I managed to Finish Strong. Fitness, for me, isn’t just about health. It’s about proving things to myself. It’s about saying now that “That [...]
Ed. Note: I often forget many of you are new here — so, a nutshell: From Jan ’08 till May of ’09, I lost 70 pounds. The hard way. Myself — no trainers, diet organizations, nothing. Hard work, honesty, and self-awareness. I burned out after 8 months with a killer back injury. So, I took [...]
Funny how we get so hung up on our hang-ups we sometimes don’t even notice when they’ve disappeared.* I was fucking floored Thursday night when I realized the varicose veins I’d been loathing for the last year had suddenly vanished in the last couple months, thanks to my awesome new fitness regime. Poof, gone. Ironically, I’d [...]
The hardest part of losing weight, I’m finding, is the challenge of identity. Being fat isn’t just something that happens over the course of a month. Being fat, becoming as fat as I ever got, took me 25 years exactly. 25 years of daily contributing to an obviously ever-growing problem. From an eight-year-old spending a [...]