This past year has been a roller coaster of mostly amazing, incredible, and fantastic events in my personal and professional life. Despite all the good that has happened, some not-so-good has happened too that I hadn’t mentioned on my blog…
Last year I developed alopecia areata which is kind of ironic because the previous summer I did the Big Chop. It was unnerving to say the least to see dime-shaped bald patches emerge on my head seemingly overnight. My physician still doesn’t know if it was stress-related or solely auto-immune. After a barrage of tests (some came back normal, some abnormal), I decided to take my health to my own accord (eat better, exercise more, meditate, and STOP grustling so damn hard) and my hair grew back. However, I know it is cyclic as it has been fell out twice in the same spots since my quasi-diagnosis.
I scaled back a lot on my business because it is stressful as all get-out. I concentrated more on my family, on my own health, read more, and just started to live in the moment. It’s sad that it took hair loss to see how sleep-deprived, stressed, and out of sorts I was as I ran around like a chicken with its’ head cut off.
While this was all going on, I gained/lost/gained 10+ pounds since last summer. I am sure if has a lot to do on not tracking my every meal. MyFitnessPal was awesome for the short time I have been using it but sometimes I just stopped tracking because I didn’t want to know the “ugly” of my eating. There is something about doing how many points you have left for you to really consider whether you should scarf it down or reconsider.
So this morning, I signed up for three months of meetings, online tracking, and weigh-ins with Weight Watchers.
It works for me. I remember three years ago looking at the scale and seeing my highest non-pregnancy weight. WOW. Shocked, disappointed, and dismayed that I had gained all the weight back (and more) that I had lost after my second son was born (in my 20s, while low-carbing, and exercising like a fiend with an amazing trainer), I started this blog (then called) Chronicles of a (trying to be) Fit Diva and it became this amazing community of GET FIT DIVA. I also started Weight Watchers.
Weight Watchers gets me. I like to have a glass of wine (or two). I like a slice (read: sliceS) of pizza. I also love fruits and vegetables. I exercise daily. I’m a mom and I don’t want my sons to see me deprive myself but instead make healthy decisions. I don’t know why I left Weight Watchers, I’ve worked with them and they sought me at to do a cool interview with Jessica Simpson.
Oh yes, I know WHY! I got to what I thought was my goal weight and decided I didn’t need to track. I looked goooddddd in those pictures and in-person (!!) on that trip to Vegas in that bandage dress–you couldn’t tell me nuthin’! I even stopped drinking Coke Zero daily which was pretty much my biggest vice. I still don’t partake.
“I got this.” I told myself.
“I won’t ever be that BEFORE again” I said.
Well, I don’t “got this” and though I am still leaps and bounds from my “before”, I can feel myself getting into those old patterns. Emotional eating. Eating out of boredom. Drinking more than two-three drinks per week because it’s summertime and margaritas/daiquiris/spiked apple cider don’t count towards my caloric intake?
So, I’m back on plan and I am so excited for the next three months of accountability, working with my trainer, a slew of 5Ks and 10Ks and a renewed sense of FAITH in myself. I lost 40 pounds with Weight Watchers and felt GREAT not because of the weight loss but because I was simply giving my body the fuel it needed and learning how to eat, be fulfilled, and LIVE.
I want to thank you for being part of this journey. I won’t ever give up on me (no pills, shots, or surgery) and I hope you won’t give up on me either!