Since this is a diet blog and I’m on..well…a diet, I guess I can start at that point.

I have been struggling with the battle of the bulge since I had my son.  I’ll have to get into the story of HOW some other time.  After him, I got married, had another kid and the weight kept coming.

I tried a couple diets, diet pills, not eating, just drinking water, some crazy whacked out shit called the white diet (only white food & drink allowed), and countless others.  How frustrating it is to see a couple pounds down one day then the next it’s back on…because I ate a red food, no less.

Two years ago I got into a 4 wheeler accident, also a very interesting story, (a very rated R story actually) and I went to the doctor because I jacked up my leg.  The doc wanted to test me for Type 2 diabetes which scared the crap out of me.  As I sat in the waiting room waiting for the results I made a deal with myself.  If I had Type 2, I’d do everything in my power to try to get rid of it.  If I didn’t have Type 2, I’d try everything in my power to not ever get it.  When he came back with the results I had already decided to change my life.  Luckily, I was okay.  He told me honestly that he didn’t know why I didn’t have it.  I was 290 lbs, a fat mess, I ate out almost every meal and I swear my pores oozed Taco Bell grease.  I didn’t understand why I didn’t have it either.  Regardless, I was going to make a change.

I went on a 1200 calorie diet, cut out fast food, and any fried food, I started walking as much as I could.  I couldn’t do much else for exercise because if I tried to bounce around my ass would bounce up and knock me out.  For 5 months I watched what I ate and dropped 40 lbs.  I was pretty excited!  I went from a size 28 to a size 22 so that was wonderful as well.

In January, my auntie called me and we talked about running.  I used to be an athlete.  A pretty good one too.  WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED???  Anyway, she convinced me to start running.  I told her I didn’t think I could even run 1/4 mile.  She urged me to try.  My husband had bought a treadmill 2 years prior and it sat in our back room collecting dust.  I dusted it off, got some running shoes that were 4 years old but looked brand new (I wonder why) and I started to run.  And I COULD run!  I ran 1/4 mile without stopping and I was thrilled and shocked.  By May I was running 3 miles straight and doing yoga and weights.  I was getting there!  By August I was working out 4 hours a day…doing sprint triatholons pretty much every day.  I’d swim a mile, bike 15 or so miles, and run 5 or so miles.  AND lift weights.  I was doing great!  I was down to 220 and was looking forward to losing more.

Then I moved.  I moved from my only home and to a state that I’d rarely visited.  I moved from my old job that I loved to the same job, just different location.  Everything I’d ever known was gone.  Except Taco Bell.

Yup…I gained 40 lbs back in a heartbeat.  UGH!

So this year, faced with a weight of 271, I decided to do something about it again.  I joined MRC and so far am down 40.  Thank God!

I’m now in size 18’s after growing back into 22’s.  I can run, though this last weight gain injured my foot since I gained it so fast.

I’ve been doing this weight rollercoaster for so long so I definitely know how frustrating and difficult and impossible and ruthless it may seem.

But I’m trying.