Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Whole 30 and a Whole Summer '16!

So, it's been a while. The last year (and some change) have been very interesting. In a good way. However, I've reached a point. A point of fatigue. A boiling point of frustration. With no one but myself to point a chubby finger at. It's Summer '16 and I'm dealing with the same issues of yo-yoing and obesity, since I was actually 16! It has to stop... NOW! If not now, when? So...

The Plan:              Whole30 (real food, minus grains, legumes, dairy, alcohol), MyFitnessPal
The Workout:       Walking/Jogging, Orange Theory (Circuit) Fitness
The Motivation:   Wellness, Family Planning :o), Summer '17 Twerk Contests

Starting Weight:    246.4

I certainly plan to keep this blog updated with my renewed journey; good or bad. Don't you worry. While, hopefully, sharing a bit more than just numbers. So, here I go.

Again! ;o)

P.S. Here's to a Summer when I don't wear signature black, everytime I go out! Geesh.




~PC


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Back*ish | 4.26.15 Weigh-In



Well, well, welllll... what do we have here?! Ummm, just me. I'm back with a weigh-in (it had to be done) and a promise to make updates; good, bad, or ugly at the very least - every other week. A lot has changed in my life, from my career to personal relationships... but one thing remains the same... my need to get to my weight loss and fitness goals! I'll be back to share a bit more on how I plan to regain my focus as I charge into 30! Years, although, I'd take a 30 inch waist too! Chat with you all soon! No, really.

Starting:                        227
Last:                             198.6
Current:                       213.8
7-Month +/-:                +5.2
Total +/-:                      -13.8
Starting Dress Size:     18/20
Current Dress Size:     16/18

Monday, September 29, 2014

Hello, ONEderland!


I have returned to the land of 1! (Wait, that actually sounds kind of depressing.) It is my hope to remain a permanent resident, this time. Despite my excitement, I know the journey does not stop or slow down here. It's time, now more than ever, to go absolutely HAM! Feel free to check back for periodic re-caps on my diet and workout regimens... along with honest thoughts and experiences, along the way. Thanks, again!

Starting:       227
Last:             203.8
Current:       198.6
1-Week +/-: - 5.2
Total +/-:      - 28.4

Friday, September 26, 2014

A Fat Girl Gets Naked And perhaps, More should.

I came across an article link from CNN, entitled, A fat girl gets naked. Usually, links similarly named lead to NSFW sites and Google images, that then lead to reprimanding conversations with your boss. Plus, the term 'naked' can be taken way more literal nowadays, with celebrity nudes being stolen and leaked online and even popularity of shows like, fauxmance reality, Dating Naked and primal docu-series, Naked and Afraid. Assumptions were made, this was probably another story about the woes of a big girl, who made it out. Possibly a woman posing naked to show her pride. A woman who wants the World to know that there is no shame in her body game. In my head, building up a case on why NOT to click the link on my stress-free, care-free last day of vacation, because I had read them all before. All the while, knowing good and darn well someone would share it with me, or I would read think pieces about it, within 1-3 hours. So, I did it. For the Vine.

And, I am so glad that I did.

Lisa Respers France, senior producer for CNN Digital's Entertainment section and star of the CNN Original Video series "Lisa's Desk."













Stripping down deeper layers than anyone whose bewbs were being right-clicked-saved, by the thousands (or, ctrl-click for Macheads)... I read, and re-read Respers France's piece on her experiences as a woman who has struggled with weight most of her life, the potential causes and related encounters, including undeserving thoughts as it relates to positive points in her life, with her family, career, friends, etc., literally thinking, "Get out of my head. Get away from my life! Who sold you the script to my fat girl autobiography?" This woman's story, as part of CNN First Person; a series of personal essays exploring identity and personal points of view that have shaped the writer, resonated immensely strong.

Now, let me first say that most stories about obesity, food addiction and women follow a familiar trip. This one did not for me. This one was different. It was not a 'before and after,' it was not a coming-of-age, tout-en-un article. It was about one woman's #currentsituation! Current addiction or noted weakness situations are not leading article-worthy. Those are reserved for transformations. However, she did not have to shed a pound, or a habit - just yet - to gain the courage to share her story, her reality - with the masses.

Further, here you have a married, professionally successful individual talking about their food addiction. On a major platform, open to the scrutiny of trolls, insensitive know-it-alls, shamers and the like. And a woman of color! Let's be real. A demographic wildly deduced to being overweight because of laziness, our men's preference or junk food consumption - courtesy of our food stamp cards. I am still waiting on mine. She admits:
...I suffer from the one addiction that doesn't elicit much sympathy from most people... Food is my drug.
Respers France comes out of the gate with the pretty, funny, cool, happy big girl mantra. The personality traits a lot of us likable women, who dress well, and maintain an acceptable level of attractiveness are proud of. But, how at some point, the big girls will all hear that drop-kick inducing phrase of "You're pretty... for a big girl." That generic, back-handed compliment that would have been best left with its spewer.
You've met me before. I'm the fat, funny girl who is often hailed for my confidence and self-esteem. The big girl who has "such a pretty face" and who, despite her weight, manages to snag really great looking boyfriends. I "dress really well for my size" and am so much fun to be around because of my outgoing personality.
I sensed a "DESPITE BEING FAT" moment here, that is all too often muzzled, as well. Whether we want to admit it or not, people see us first at face value. Image is mostly everything. Being fat (read: weak, lazy, gross - thanks, society!) is the first thing a potential employer or a blind date notices, in our minds - not our confidence, not our qualifications. After establishing that you are fat, cue working doubly and/or triply hard to prove your value. To prove that you are worth the investment. Worth the love. Worth the respect. Worth the attention... "DESPITE," your size.

She speaks of her childhood, in which a medical issue made simply eating an unpleasant and sometimes impossible task. After years of dealing with this condition, and undergoing a procedure to reconcile - the smell and tastes of food intrigued her. Her new found love of food, continued, grew and became an addiction.

She continued to undress.
It's not as if I haven't successfully shed weight before, but the moment I start, I figure out some way to undermine it. My mind attacks me with thoughts that hurt to even type.
Respers France made the bold move in detailing real fears and repercussions, people do not often speak of - but contemplate - during weight loss. Yes, of course, we all want confetti to drop when the scale hits a number that we have coveted for years. We want the pride in excelling, conquering! Then, what? Mostly worrying about how others (others!!!) will treat you; your family, friends (will they see her me as competition? ), spouse (will he fear being replaced). And facing the realization that once she I lost the weight - will her my life truly be any better? Is the struggle of losing weight worth it? Enter, sabotage, dieting frustrations, a yo-yo and self-fulfilling prophecy. The cycle.
It's a neverending cycle; being fat makes me feel uncomfortable and feeling uncomfortable drives me to the behaviors that make me fat.
She continued to strip.
At that moment I realized that I have been trying to fill my heart by filling my stomach. But pinpointing the pain means going places I fear. Living with anxiety, hoping for joy I'm more afraid of delving into what is killing me (and trust me I am so aware that it is killing me) than I am of dying. Every extra pound represents a pain for me, something I don't like to acknowledge, not even to myself. I grew up in a family where we didn't talk about our struggles -- we ate or drank them away. I have continued that legacy.
My family, like many others - as anecdoted above, did not talk about our problems. Give it to Jesus. He'll fix it. We only talked when someone died, got locked up or needed money. Otherwise, as I like to say, "we viced out our issues" with food (the women), drugs (the men), alcohol (all, self included), silent depression (again, all, self included) and some prayer (primarily, my momma). Masking, avoiding the real pain. The conversations. I still, to this day, cannot face the true pain that assisted in creating my destructive, addictive behaviors. I know what is behind that door; a monster. I would be too vulnerable. If I acknowledge it, it becomes real again. My hate for those I love, and/or who are no longer on this Earth would return. My pain would return. I am too old now anyway. Move on. Lose the weight and let the past, be the past. I know I am only fooling myself, one day I will face it. I owe it to myself and future daughter. But, not today.
So, "Little Lisa," this is the first step towards you and I getting to where we need to be. It won't be easy and it's going to hurt. But we are going to do the work and try to be an inspiration to others who have started and failed over and over. We are going to do it for every overweight person who struggles and those who are no longer here to struggle because their bodies gave out on them. Most days we are going to want to quit, but we can't because the stakes are too high and there is so much more waiting for us than we have allowed for ourselves. I've met you. You're worth it.
Lisa powerfully rounds out her piece with the proclamation of being a better, healthier person, who faces her true fears and pain, all while speaking in a narrative to her younger self, "Little Lisa" (I know this is popular on social media, too; talking to the young you or having the young you talk to current you... maybe there's something to this that I shouldn't be so dismissive about?). Her approach is addressing what "Little Lisa," went through, throwback Thursdaying herself, to understand how and why she and her addiction reached these levels, and how she can begin to change and heal and empower others to do the same. Applause.

Since I jumped into the story, and was so moved, the natural thing was to leave a comment, right? Just in the off-chance that among the sea of support, and peppered ridicule, that my paragraph would be noticed by ANYONE who also related, heck, or even the author. Hey Lisa girl, hey! We are so scared, ashamed to talk during the struggle, we hide in our communities and like-minded bubbles - because it's safe there and free from most who do not care to understand. She didn't hide. Now, let me tell you, I DO NOT read comments on non-niche, unregulated, mainstream media comments sections if the topic is related to or written by anyone identifying with; obesity, women, minorities, homosexuality, President Obama. And whether the topic has to do with any of the aforementioned or not, you better believe it will find its way into the comments section by some repulsive human, without a profile picture or heart. The response to her article, was no different. There were typical, hateful comments sprinkled throughout, but... I did not care. I replied.

I replied with the hope that Lisa would understand just how grateful I was for giving a voice to women... LIKE ME. For telling a piece of someone else's story, even though she owned the rights at this junction. No, she is not the first to come to out with her story. And no, she will not be last. But, today, this story was one that I needed to read. Selfishly, it quenched my desire to just relate to someone, as I have recharged my personal journey. I thank her for undressing before the World. I thank her for telling her truth... and a lot of mine.

Read the entire CNN article, here.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

A Pre-ONEderland Pep Talk (Vlog)



I am close, yet again. But, I won't let my weight starting with a "1," give me an excuse to put in any less effort! When it happens, I plan to celebrate and move it right along... no confetti. Okay, maybe a little?

Monday, September 22, 2014

9.21.14 Weigh-In (Vlog)

Another week on the books, and I'm proud to say... I stayed the course! Cleaner eating, meal preparation, bountiful water consumption and longer walks - were my continued tactics this past week. And despite the galas, and celebration dinners I faced this week... I focused on the reason for fellowship, and not the open bars and unregulated cupcake displays. Whoot! 

Starting:                     227
Last:                           210.4
Current:                     203.8
1-Week Duration:     - 6.6
Total +/-:                   23.2

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

9.14.14 Weigh-In (Vlog)

First off, YAY! My scale is moving in a preferred direction. With a little more focus on preparing my meals, drinking water, walking, eating veggies and a lot less focus on getting to McDonald's before they stop serving breakfast - I'm back on the losing side!


Starting:                     227
Last:                           222.8
Current:                     210.4
2-Week Duration:     - 12.4
Total +/-:                   - 16.6