A Newborn Calf

 

I am happy to announce that I am….

 

Wait for it….

 

Wait for it….

 

Wait for it….

 

Glad it’s Friday! Nope…that’s not it.

 

Loving November in Florida! Nope…that’s not it either.

 

Obsessed with my dog! Yes but that’s not what I’m referring to.

 

Ok…enough already.

 

I am happy to announce that I have hit another milestone!!!

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Over 90 pounds…90 pounds!!! (It’s more exciting if you yell that out loud.)

According to the Google search I just performed (yes, that’s right…I only use official research methods), I have lost the equivalent weight of a newborn calf. That is both shocking and hilarious all at the same time.

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Ninety pounds is also the equivalent of 11 human heads…gross.

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It’s the equivalent of 3 times the amount of cheese the average American consumes in a year….even grosser.

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And also the equivalent of 1.5 elephant penis’. Yes…I swear that’s what it says when you Google: ‘what weighs 90 pounds?”

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What this also means is that I am less than 10 pounds…ten measly pounds from hitting a triple digit weight loss. Incredible…and completely shocking. I never in a million years thought I’d make it anywhere near this point 2 years ago when I started this whole thing.

After stepping on the scale this morning I thought about what I’ve done and what it really means and came to a conclusion…

I am going to set a New Year’s Pre-resolution.

I will lose the remaining 8.4 pounds by midnight on December 31st.  Bible. (OMG I just used a Kardashian term….Shoot. Me. Now!) Let’s try this again…

I will lose the remaining 8.4 pounds by midnight on December 31st. Am I serious? Dixie Chicks serious. (I love Pitch Perfect!)

So why the big deal about setting a goal with a time limit? Well, long story short, I have avoided a lot of “must lose this much by this date” goals throughout this process. I always set unobtainable ones in the past and when I didn’t make the mark by my deadline, I let the whole effort go to waste. Date goals make me anxious and throw me off my game.

I don’t necessarily think that this one is unobtainable by any means. Won’t be easy…but won’t be impossible. And I’m going to make sure it’s not like any of the other resolutions I’ve made in the past…I still haven’t finished reading Jurassic Park and I set that goal in 1993. Still don’t get up the first time the alarm goes off (I think I hit snooze at least 8 times)…Still have a bad habit of cursing like a sailor on occasion (dammit!!)…and I still have a serious addiction to French fries, string cheese and red meat. (Although I’m much better about the frequency here!)

So…goal is set…the clock is ticking…and ticking right into stuff-my-face-full-of turkey-and-stuffing-and-gravy-and-pumpkin-pie week.  Fabulous.

Nevertheless, I am determined to hit the goal in front of me. And if I can manage to lose the remaining 8.4 with Thanksgiving, moving, job hunting and Christmas all in that same 5-week span, then I will be especially proud of my achievement…and will have lost the equivalent of a 2 month old horse…

Giddy up!!

 

 

“Set your goals high, and don’t stop till you get there.” ~Bo Jackson

 

 

 

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Recipe Of The Week – Meatless Zucchini Roll-Ups

Only 3 days since the last blog…are you tired of me yet?

While brainstorming on some new things I could try on this blog, I decided to combine my obsession with 2 things: cooking and taking pictures of my food.

For those of you that are friends with me on FB (and most recently Instagram since I’m a late bloomer there), you know how culinarily obsessed I am. There is typically not a day that goes by that I fail to post some type of photo of something I’m eating…Unless I’m being forced to eat in the car. Let’s face it…a photo of a bag of chips isn’t exactly sexy.

So I decided to start posting a ‘Recipe Of The Week’. Some weeks there might be more than one if there’s something so incredible (and easy to document) that I feel needs to be shared with the masses.

So…how’s this ROTW thing going to go….well, for starters, most of my recipes aren’t exactly born from scratch in my brain (although some are). I am a Pinterest fanatic and I get a lot of inspiration there.

However, I never follow every step of a recipe. Whether it be that I don’t like the ingredients, or the original recipe wasn’t gluten free, or I’m missing a few things it called for, I always, always, always put my own spin on it. (Which doesn’t always work out, unfortunately….Ask Allen how ridiculously spicy my curry is every time I make it. Can’t seem to figure that one out.)

So I figured I would pick something I’ve made…link to the original recipe so you can decide what you like best (and to of course give props and proper credit to the person I borrowed the inspiration from). I’ll tell you what I changed, give you photos of the process, whether or not it was good and things I might do to improve it next time.

Sound good?

Can’t hear you so I’m going to assume your answer was yes…

Ok…before getting to this week’s recipe, here is the fine print/rules. (Yes…there are rules! What do you think this is? Spring Break?!)

1) No, I don’t know how many calories were in what I made. I might have an estimate based on what the original might have been but I have a terrible habit of just cooking by site and taste and not by measurement (which is why I’m a crappy baker). I also haven’t count calories since I went gluten free. Dangerous, yes. But 88 pounds later I can’t say it was the wrong choice. I believe in moderation and cutting calories in certain areas (i.e. the drinking the calories thing) so I can splurge in others. Sorry to disappoint you if nutritional information is what you were in search of.

2) Every recipe will be gluten free. Duh.

3) I am not an expert at vegetarian, vegan, dairy-free, etc. I will not claim that any of my recipes fall in any of those categories (I will say ‘meatless’ if applicable) as I am not well versed in those areas yet. (Maybe one day?)

4) Cooking is a trial and error sport. (Hah…there are nights that I would consider it a sport.) I cook A LOT. A lot of the dishes I make turn out well and some don’t.

Best advice I can give you is to be patient with yourself. Keep trying. I’m a risotto master now because I made it for myself a lot in college until I mastered it. (And it took a lot of trying in order to conquer it, I promise.) Cooking is what you make of it and how much you enjoy it. Improvise with what you like and what you know works and have fun!

5) Let me know how it turns out if you make something I’ve posted! I’m obsessed with food and would love to know how others are enjoying something I so thoroughly enjoy too.

6) “Everything in moderation…including moderation.” ~ Julia Child

Ok, now to the good stuff….

Meatless Zucchini Roll Ups

Meatless Zucchini Roll-Ups

I’ve become meal planning obsessed so have themes for each day of the week to make my life a lot easier. (It makes planning a heck of a lot easier too!) It’s amazing how much less we’re spending on groceries and food in general each month. Here’s how our week typically goes:
Meatless Monday – Self explanatory
World Traveler Tuesday – Something international…Mexican, Thai, etc.
Down Home Wednesday – Something wholesome and Southern…a meat and 2 kind of meal.
One-Pot/Crock Pot Thursday – Less clean up…slow cooked deliciousness.
Fun & Frugal Friday – Something cheap and easy…Pizza, tacos, nachos, etc.
Free Saturday – Saturday is reserved as either our night to go out or to have leftovers.
Salad/Souper Sunday – Since it’s Fall I’ve been sticking to the ‘Souper’ part lately.

I made the roll-ups for dinner tonight. I love zucchini…I love cheese…I love lasagna. And this was a perfect combination of the three.

Here’s the original recipe: Meatless Cheesy Zucchini Roll-Ups – From Tried And Tasty

And here’s my version:

This was enough for 3-4 slightly hungry people or 2-3 hungry people.

Prep Time: 10-15 Minutes
Cooking Time: 30 Minutes (Depending on thickness of zucchini)
Rest Time: 5-10 Minutes
 

Ingredients:

2 medium sized zucchini
1 ½ c shredded mozzarella
½ cup part-skim ricotta
¾ cup low-fat cottage cheese (This is the secret to all good lasagna!! Try it!)
¼ cup fat-free sour cream
½ tsp dried oregano
½ tsp red pepper flakes (this is of course optional if you don’t like spicy)
½ cup Parmesan cheese (divided)
2 cups Marinara/Pizza/Tomato Sauce
Salt & Pepper to taste
 
The ingredients. Please excuse my picture taking skills...I'll get this lighting down sooner or later!

The ingredients. Please excuse my picture taking skills…I’ll get this lighting down sooner or later!

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

After cleaning your zucchini, remove the ends and slice thinly with a mandolin. I have a really cheap one so the slices were a bit thick. The thicker the slices, the harder this is. If you have a heavy-duty vegetable peeler and a steady hand that might work to make these thinner.
A lot of my pieces ended up splitting in the middle so I had to piece them together when rolling which, while tedious, worked out ok.

Slicing the zucchini...

Slicing the zucchini…

Once you’ve sliced your zucchini, mix the roll-up filling in a small bowl. The original recipe called for Greek yogurt, which I have a love-hate relationship with. I always use cottage cheese in my lasagna and knew that’s what I wanted to use instead. I know it sounds weird but I promise it’s a perfect ingredient for this!
Mix the cottage cheese, ricotta, sour cream, salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, oregano, ¼ cup Parm and ½ cup mozzarella cheeses.

The cheesy stuff...

The cheesy stuff…

In a casserole dish, place half of the tomato sauce in the bottom. (Yes I know it would have been better to make my own but wanted easy tonight!)

Lay your zucchini flat and ‘fill’. Place about a tablespoon on one end and roll. It’s that easy. Place each roll in the pan, top with the other half of the tomato sauce and pop in the oven.
You could use toothpicks if you wanted it to look super perfect. I didn’t feel like having to go back in and pick them out. Laying the roll-ups on the seam and packing them in there tightly worked like a dream.

The pre-roll pic...

The pre-roll pic…

Pre sauce...all rolled and cozy.

Pre sauce…all rolled and cozy.

Post sauce...still all warm and cozy.

Post sauce…still all warm and cozy.

Bake for 20 minutes (this will depend on the thickness of your zucchini. If it’s paper thin you need less time).

Top with the remaining mozzarella and Parm and bake for an additional 10 minutes. You can broil for a few minutes as well if you like your cheese browned. (Be sure to watch it!)

Let sit for 5-10 minutes after removing from the oven and enjoy!!

The final product!! Yummy!!

The final product!! Yummy!!

Would I Change Anything? Not really. This would be delicious with Italian Sausage or ground beef, but was tomato-y perfection without it. (The end result was a tad bit watery because of the zucchini but not enough to distract from the flavor…the longer you let it sit after it comes out of the oven, the better that gets.)

Would I Make It Again? Absolutely. It was easy and delicious!

Fork Factor picTry it out and let me know what you think!! Or let me know what you think of this new idea and anything you’d like me to add or take away.

Massaman curry is on tap for tomorrow’s dinner…fingers crossed that it’s not too spicy!!

Until next time…

Live Love Eat

Slowly But Surely

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Well, this was a less than stellar weight loss week…

I’ve been really religious about certain things since spring and it’s amazing how a little leniency for only a few days can completely sabotage your weight loss.

Traveling…ugh. Makes me even more stressed about Thanksgiving since I know I’ll be stuffing my face will all the gluten-free goodness I can get my hands on.  I tend to get flustered when I’m outside my normal element…i.e. when I’m not at home.

Nonetheless…here are this week’s successes and failures…

The Oops Side…

1)   I Drank My Damn Calories – For the last 6 months or so, I’ve been incredibly religious about not drinking my calories. I am TERRIBLE about downing 4 gallons of liquid at any given meal. Waiters hate me…HATE me. No sooner than they’ve refilled my glass and I’ve inhaled what was in it. I’m not sure if it was the carbonation that was making me feel like crap or the sheer amount I was sipping, but I decided to only drink water or unsweetened tea months ago and I think just this alone has made a world of difference in my weight and how I’m feeling. (I absolutely swore off diet drinks anyway because I’m super afraid of what aspartame does and that definitely wasn’t an option.) I seriously think I’ve been saving myself 3000 calories a meal. And even if it was only one Coke…it was one restaurant sized Coke which is the equivalent of about 4.5 cans of Coke and frankly, I’d much rather be able to eat those French fry calories than drink ‘em.

But this week…we were home. And the Carolinas means one thing…Cherry Lemon Sundrop. My kryptonite. I was introduced to it in college and I’ve been hooked ever since.  We bought a case and I’ve been downing them ever since.  If you’ve never tried the stuff, you’re seriously missing out. With that sweet cherry-citrusy goodness also came some calories I’d like to return.

2)   Sweet Tooth – With Halloween having been a few weeks ago, we still have candy left over. We bought a bag but had no costumed munchkins at the door so it’s left for us to consume. I’m guessing it was either the M&M’s or the pound of pralines I bought in Charleston. OMG…Pralines. I think I just got cold chills typing that. I truly think that eating a straight tablespoon of Crisco is better for you than a praline but who cares. They are so freaking delicious. In my book, people that don’t like Pralines are in the same category as people that don’t like babies or puppies. How can you not like butter and sugar and pecans melted together in a glorious heap? Well…apparently the scale didn’t like them…Heathen.

3)   On The Road Again – Being in the car for what felt like days at a time meant that cooking my own meals wasn’t really an option. So while traveling up or down some boring stretch of highway I was left with the only truly safe gluten-free options I knew of…Chick-Fil-A and uh, yeah that’s all. (Unless you count grabbing a bag of chips at a gas station.) Convenient, car worthy food is unfortunately not the healthiest. Maybe it was the 4 packets of Chick-Fil-A sauce? Best sauce EVER. (Damn sauce and its calories…ugh! I’m such a saucy girl. Ok…not saucy like that…dippin’ saucy girl.)

4)   Pre-meal – Allen and I have gotten a lot better….strike that. Hannah has gotten a lot better about not feeling like I HAVE to have an appetizer before every meal. I’m often so hungry that I feel like I might implode before the food can get there so almost always insist on some type of pre-meal snack since we can’t indulge in the bread and butter. (Side note…why do waitresses always look so offended when you say “No Bread!”?)

Cutting back on the appetizers has not only cut the calories, but the cost too. I mean seriously…what is the profit on spinach dip if it’s sold at a restaurant for $9.00?!

This past weekend however, I think we appetizered at every meal….except breakfast. Between the chips and spring rolls and pimento cheese with Bugles (you have to try it! Bugles are the unsung hero of the dip world), I over-indulged a bit. (Just to clarify…we did not have all of those things at one meal.)

But aside from a few hiccups…the week was not without a number of successes.

The Ohhh Yeah List…

1)   These Boots Were Made For Walking – Went to buy new boots today and was able to fit into non-elasticy, non-extended width boots. Yay!!! This should make my shoe fetish a bit more expensive. 🙂  I’ve had a tough time the last few years finding some that were wide enough and didn’t feel like a calf tourniquet. Three cheers for cute shoes!!

2)   Little Black Dress – At the beginning of all of this, there was a dress in my closet (I actually think it belonged to my sister in HS) that was my goal to fit in. Very late 90’s looking. Strapless. Stupid slits and the most horrid material. I never planned on wearing it out anywhere, but always set a goal that I wanted to be able to fit in that dress. I was probably close to 200 lbs when I was actually able to fit the dress for the Get In The Black Dress Mission over my hips. Zipping was out of the question. There was a good 4-5 inches before that thing was coming close to closed.

Well…I forgot about that dress. And for some reason, a few weeks ago, the thought of that dress randomly popped in my mind and I ventured to try it on. Well…goal dress is now what we would call too big. Hah! Fancy that…I am ripping the seams before and now it’s loose. Hashtag Awesome!

3)   Closet Clean Up – I finally got rid of all of my bigger girl clothes. There were a number of pieces that I held on to. Not sure why…not sure if it was to give myself a psychological pass to gain weight again. Not sure if it was my cheapo brain that didn’t want to throw anything away that I’d paid for.  I would wear a few things every once in a while thinking I was getting away with a slightly looser shirt or pair of pants. Not so much. I looked like a hobo, which I decided is not an appropriate look for job interviews. So…to prevent frumpy in the future, all clothing that is not my current size is now in the hands of Goodwill. Organization and a tax write off!

4)   Photo Op – We took a trip to NC for a fantastic photo session. It’s the first time my sisters and I have been together since my sister’s wedding. Not only was the session a million times less daunting because I wasn’t as stressed about how many chins were showing, but I got to see my amazingly adorable niece and that was worth every minute in the car!

5)   And last but not least…The Scale – I’m in the 150’s for the first time…ummm ever?! I think I was born weighing 160. This also means that my BMI has dropped from a 42.6 to a 27.3…craziness!

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Hoping for less ‘oopsies’ next week and a better loss result. I’ve got my sights set on that 100-pound mark!

“I don’t measure a man’s success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.” ~ George S. Patton

Size Matters

Or does it?…..

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What a joy it was to re-launch the blog last week. I really had forgotten how much I enjoy pecking away at the computer and posting my mental ramblings for all to read!

I funny thought crossed my mind this week regarding my memory…

When it comes to my ability to remember things…eh…I give myself a C. I suffer from can’t remember what I had for breakfast and can’t remember why I walked in the kitchen syndrome. My mental notes should be renamed “you’re going to forget it in 5 minutes so write it down now” notes.

I’m the queen of forgetting I have clothes in the dryer (Ugh…I hate washing the same load twice because I forget!) and the master at heating something up in the microwave only to find it two days later because I open the door to heat something else up.

However…aside from my lackluster ability to recall most things in my daily life with perfect recollection, there are 2 things that I have no issue forgetting…

1)    I have the psycho ability to recall numbers and numerical data like Rain Man…my first phone number was 845-1424…the Wifi password to the first Wifi card I ever had (circa 2006) was 833846904…My high school locker combination was 17-28-13.  Want to know my address as a 3rd grader? I can tell you that too. Want to know my great grandmother’s phone number? I’ve also got that stored in my noggin. When it comes to numbers, I’m weird.

2)    If I think about a time in my life or an age I was, I can tell you EXACTLY what size clothing I was wearing.  No…I’m not exaggerating. And not only do I remember what size I was wearing, I can tell you outfits I had during those years that were those sizes.

Yes, of course I can recall the details of many events in my life or periods of time. I recall the emotions and the experience, but the very first thought I have when I need to recall a certain time period is my size. It’s like a weird robotic, involuntary reflex….

“So Hannah…tell me something about…”

  • 6th Grade…Shirt size was Large…Went to space camp on a class trip.
  • 8th Grade…Shirt size was Large…Did a dance to ‘Sugarpie Honey Bunch’ in front of my homeroom with 3 other friends. (Ummm….)
  • The day I graduated from high school…Size 14…What a fun party that was.
  • Beginning of sophomore year of college…Size 12…oh that school kickoff party!
  • End of sophomore year of college…Size 18…My gallbladder hurt and I was so lost.
  • Junior year of college…Size 20…What a sad person I had started to become.
  • January 2011…Size 20, XXL…Start to this blog thing.
  • Thanksgiving 2011…Size 18…Started to feel different, but why did I still look so swollen?!
  • March 2012…Size 12…Glad I can now comfortably shop without having to worry about whether or not the store carries plus sizes.
  • The day I got engaged…Size 10…Most incredible day of my life thus far.
  • April 2013…Size 12, Large…Failure. Have to buy a larger size pants because my 10’s don’t fit anymore.
  • November 2013…Size 8…Whoa. Smallest I’ve been in my adult life.

Why?! What the hell is that thought process about?!

I am saddened that I have had such a warped way of reviewing and reflecting on my life. Why are the moments in my life so defined by the number on the label in my freaking pants?

Why is the first thing that comes to mind when I think about the day I graduated from HS the size of the black ruffled dress I was wearing and not what a great accomplishment it was to walk across that stage with honors and the 6th highest GPA in my class?

I don’t want my sizes (past and present) to define me. Size shouldn’t be important. My life and the way I’m living it should be what matters. Thus we have uncovered my current struggle…

I’d love to say that size no longer matters…but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. Especially when I started to creep back up the sizing scale earlier this year. I’m still struggling with feeling like I look exactly the same in an 8 as I did in 16.

I have this weird meltdown when I buy things that fit because in my warped mind, fit means that they’re tight and tight means that I’m fat.  My brain thinks that loose equals skinny despite the fact that there’s twice as much material. Away from the mirror, I logically know that clothing that fits means that it sits close to my body (as it should!) versus rocking the saggy, diaper booty that I seem to sport when I wear pants a size or two too large, and that if the size is smaller, I’m obviously smaller. But, thus my backwards brain thinks otherwise.

Is it my psyche? The media? Photoshop? What has made size so important? Will the focus stop when I reach my destination? I guess only time will tell….

I am now 1 size…1 flipping size!!!…from the goal I set for myself when I weighed 248 pounds. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted the scale to say…but I did say that my ultimate stretch goal was to be in a size 6.  What do I do if when I get there?

Speaking of goals… I am 12…yes you read that correctly, 12 pounds from having lost 100 pounds. 100. 1-0-0.

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I have a feeling this will be the slowest, most drawn out 12 pounds EVER….especially with Thanksgiving around the corner. I can do it…I can do it…I can do it…I can…who am I kidding…I’ve already done it!

A triple digit loss is just gravy on the accomplishment train…a very healthy, vibrant, beautiful (low cal) gravy…

Have a great weekend, all!

“Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

Hibernation Is Officially Over!

Testing…testing…is this thing on?

Any of you still with me?

Wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t…it’s been over a year since I’ve posted anything here and in the blogging world that’s an inexcusable sin.

I want to start this thing up again…but not sure what direction to take it. I really do suck at talking about myself, as I have discovered from putting my resume together lately. (Which I will gladly forward to all willing to receive…this chick needs a J-O-B.) Finding something profound to discuss got harder and harder as the weeks went on…I felt like I was supposed to have a major epiphany every 7 days and when I didn’t I found I was just writing to write.

Blogging was such an incredible outlet for me when I did have a lot on the brain and I guess I just put myself under entirely too much pressure to have something amazing to report to you all once a week.

I’d love any input as to what you might like to see, or where you think I should go, or if I should continue. Maybe it will just be weight…maybe it will be recipes or could be a ‘Dear Abby’ type of thing…I dunno. (Help me here!)

What I do know is this…I fell off the wagon for a bit…like 20 pounds off the wagon…So far off the wagon that I justified going to buy bigger clothes to not be miserably suffocated in my own denim. I was angry about it. I was angry when the number started ticking back up….I was angry that so much of my hard work seemingly went to waste. When I stepped on the scale as it approached and then tipped over the 180-lb mark I got really scared. Seeing 180 might as well have been 199…In my head I was so close to 200 again that I thought I might have a panic attack on the spot.

So as I stood on that scale 5 months ago with 186.0 staring back at me, a little voice in the back of my head said “That’s it…I’m done. I’ve ruined every bit of effort I put forth before. All the hard work and struggle is for nothing and I am officially a total failure.” Mind you I was still down 60+ pounds but my poor brain didn’t see it that way.

But as I’m all up for trying new things these days…I decided to take the opposite approach. I decided to put my big girl (though not quite as big as they used to be) panties on and refocus. I hadn’t made it this far for nothing and I sure as hell wasn’t going to ever step foot in plus size store again. Given the option to keep eating like a barbarian and injure innocent bystanders because I was wearing jeans 4 sizes too small because of my promise to never put one foot in a size with a ‘W’ at the end, or suck it up, scrape the dirt off my knees and get my ass back in gear…well, for the FIRST time in my life, I got back up.  And boy am I glad I did!

Photo on the left was taken at the end of May...photo on the right was taken on Halloween.

Photo on the left was taken at the end of May…photo on the right was taken on Halloween.

I’ve now lost that boomerang weight plus some and am in the smallest size I’ve seen in my adult life. Sure I’ve weighed 161 before but I think I was 11 or 12 years old.

Ok not really, but I do honestly think I skipped from toddler size to an XL junior size to plus size without stopping.

So why come back now? Why come out of hibernation after a year to rant and rave about my weekly issues or triumphs?

Well…not really sure I have the answer to that yet except for the fact that I woke up this morning with a strong desire to bring this blog back from the dead.

I want to continue to encourage and help and inspire those that need it as so many of you have done for me on this journey.

And when I hit my goal, I want to share it with all of you. You’re the reason I started this blog to begin with…to hold me accountable…reprimand me when I’m bad and encourage me when I’ve done well.  I’m sorry I’ve put that accountability by the wayside.

I’ll start with the weight again next Friday. Whether or not you want to see it, it’s definitely something that helps hold me accountable (and requires me to keep my toes pedicured). If I know I’ve got to post a big photo of what the scale says for the world (or tens of readers) to see, then I’m a lot more likely to choose salad over a (gluten-free) cheeseburger.

As for full on blog posts…well, I’ll commit to at least one a week. Some may be short and sweet…some may be long. Some weeks I might have nothing to say, some weeks I might post daily. Who knows…I’ll just let it flow on its own.

As I mentioned earlier, if there are things you’d like me to discuss or questions you feel like I need to answer (i.e. Q: How many French fries does it take to gain 20 lbs back? A: Not that many), then by all means comment or shoot me an email or a text or something.

So here’s to reaching my goal and once and for all giving my pudge the pink slip!!

“Sometimes you have to get knocked down lower than you’ve ever been, to stand up taller than you ever were.” ~ Unknown