Step Away From the Cake

Today is the autumnal equinox. That means summer is over and fall is beginning. At least in the northern hemisphere, in the southern hemisphere it means spring is beginning. It also means it's 100 days until January 1st. I think this is what I was looking for. Something to focus me and give me something to work towards. I read somewhere once that weight loss itself is not a goal. And I've found that to be very true, at least for me. I find that if I am working towards some other goal, be it a race or a dress size for an event, I do a whole lot better. As I was talking in the faculty room yesterday I said something that I didn't even realize was true until it came out of my mouth. I don't care about the number on the scale. I want to be able to run and swim and ride and hike and do whatever I want whenever I want. I want to be healthy and fit. When I said it I realized how true that was. When I focus on the scale nothing good happens. I get obsessed and crazy about t...

something, but I'm not sure what. I notice that I blog a lot when things are going bad or when things are going good. When things are just average I just don't blog as much. Not sure why that is but it is. I am in the midst of a change. I can feel it happening. I'm working out, hard, and really enjoying it. I'm eating well, though not perfect. My energy is increasing, I'm happier, I don't stress about much, and life is just good. I feel as if I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. I like it. I think I'm ready to take it to the next level. I think I'm ready to add something into the mix and take things up a notch. I'm not sure what I want to do but I think I do need to do something. I need to think on it a little more. I'll be back tomorrow with an update....

I have had food issues my entire life. I have always craved sweets like an addict craves their drug of choice. In my 20's I first discovered my hypoglycemia (which has never been officially diagnosed but my symptoms are textbook) and I did nothing to stop it. I would eat sweets, go into my hypoglycemic state, and either eat some more sweets or some protein. Never once did I consider I should stop eating sweets. During my late 20's and early 30's fast food was king. We ate out a lot due to the fact that we were so active. We were constantly on the move going somewhere or doing something so fast food was king. During this time is when my weight battles really began in earnest. This was also the time I developed irritable bowel syndrome. I would get these bouts of lower intestinal pain that were absolutely crippling. Then I would get either constipation or diarrhea. I was constantly taking correctol so that I could go. It was pretty miserable. In my late 30's I started ...