fail, fail again, fail better

So, I gave up Starbucks for the month of August. My plan was to write my next blog post in September and talk about what a win it was for me to go a whole month without Starbucks. I was going to relate that to celebrating baby steps and being proud of yourself for accomplishing a goal no matter how small; there was something in there about discipline being more important than motivation and how we don’t give ourselves enough credit. It was shaping up to be a really insightful post. I had all these reasons why I had to wait until September to post again when I realized I was stalling. I was stalling because I’m embarrassed.

I started this blog with the intention of taking everyone through my weight loss journey and in all honesty, that journey has yet to begin. In fact, since I last posted, I’ve actually gained weight. That’s right, not only have I not progressed towards my goal, I’ve actually set myself back. But wait there’s more, I’m also a hypocrite. Remember my post about how much I hated the gym and how I was going to work out at home? Well, I joined a gym. AND I paid $200 a month for personal training sessions (I quit after 2 months btw). Honestly, I don’t know if you can trust anything I say anymore, I might start selling detox tea at the rate I’m going. Seriously though, is this part of the ups and downs of the struggle? How long will I be stuck in the down phase? When do we start the climb to the top?

I have fallen asleep every single night for the last year telling myself “tomorrow is the day you get your shit together, tomorrow is when you start working out on your own, and meal prepping, and drinking water without Kool-Aid packets in it, you’re gonna jump out of bed at 5 am and hit the floor running, yes tomorrow is THE DAY” however, in that time I have had exactly ONE day where I’ve felt productive and proud and it was yesterday! I woke up early, read a book for about an hour and spent the rest of the day cleaning and organizing my apartment. It might not seem like a lot to most people but if anyone reading this battles with depression, having a day like that is huge. The sense of accomplishment I had when I went to sleep was better than an Ambien. Maybe no one wants to keep hearing about my depression or maybe you don’t care but this is my truth. If you’re reading this blog because you’re my friend then you already know how bad my depression can be, if you’re reading because you’ve also struggled with weight loss and you want to see an honest journey- well, this is honest. If you’re reading this because you don’t like me, go to therapy.

I know there are books, blogs, Instagram accounts, and public speakers who preach that they struggled for years with weight loss and that their journey was hard but hearing someone say “I struggled for years” when they look like Thor is kind of hard to believe. Hindsight is 20/20 and I FREAKING HOPE I can look back one day on my own journey (preferably while I’m lying on a beach in a thong bikini drinking rum from a pineapple and watching the glare from my oiled-up abs blind a beautiful man from across the pool) and appreciate the hard times but, right now, living in the hard times is a different story.

If you’ve ever listened to a Tony Robbins talk you’ve probably heard him ask people, “Whose love did you crave as a child between your parents and who did you have to be for that person”. “Who did you have to be?” That question haunts me in so many ways. When you think about it, everything that makes up who we are is really just a melting pot of contributions from everyone we’ve met or been influenced by throughout our lives. Maybe you’re from New York but you cheer for the Orioles because your dad was a fan or your big sister’s favorite flower is a daisy and you wanted to be like her growing up, so it became your favorite flower too. How much of what we are is really ours and ours alone? The more I thought about why Tony Robbins asks that question, the more I questioned my own motives for weight loss. Was I trying to lose weight for my parents? Did they ever give me a reason to think I needed to be thin? I tried for a few weeks to be more aware of any hidden cues or comments I might have missed and you know how people always say “if all you think about are yellow cars, all you see are yellow cars” well, I saw quite the traffic jam. A few months ago, I was in my parents’ kitchen and I was about to open a bag of chips and my dad grabbed them out of my hand and said, “do you really need these” then proceeded to pinch my side. If you ask him about this interaction, he will deny it, BUT IT HAPPENED. Another time, I overheard my mom say to my sister “I can’t believe how big Sandi has gotten” that was also a really fun experience. What I don’t understand about all of this is why my weight matters so much to them? Do they assume that weight gain= health issues? Do they see me as less attractive now because I’m heavier? Will I be even more unlikely to find a husband with all this extra weight on top of my feminist, career-driven attitude? Where does this come from, some primitive mindset that I must find a mate and reproduce? Subconsciously, I’m sure some of my motivation comes from wanting my parents’ approval and maybe 10 years ago it would be the majority but not now, now it’s for me. I think so many of us live in a constant struggle between our ideal self and our actual self. For example, my ideal self is this smart, tenacious, kind, life-changing, meditating, sensitive but impervious, fit, tan woman with a great ass and flawless eyebrows. In reality, I’m at about 32% of that total package. That is my ideal self, mine. It’s not what I think my parents want, or what society wants, it’s what I want. Maybe your ideal self is a stay at home super mom who makes the best meals for her family and has the most well-behaved children. Maybe you dream of owning a law firm with your husband and living life on your own terms. Whatever your goal is, it’s yours and you don’t need to justify it to anyone.

Once I started gaining all this weight and writing this blog people felt like they had a right to make comments because they were “trying to help me stay on track” or maybe they felt entitled to voice their opinion because I made my struggle public? Either way, I don’t like it. Friends, coworkers, even STRANGERS have given me unsolicited advice on weight loss. One of my coworkers makes comments INCESSANTLY about what I’m eating “do you know how many calories are in that, why aren’t you having grilled chicken instead of breaded?” This shit gets old fast. I’m not out here looking for advice on weight loss or trying to find the secret to harnessing willpower. I’m just sharing.

Oh! Also, I haven’t had Starbucks for 12 days, I bet you guys were thinking “she never finished the Starbucks story because she probably failed at that too” well, no I haven’t and I’m not going to 🙂










mind over matter?

As I’ve been doing research for this blog, I’ve come across such an overwhelming amount of weight loss advice that it makes my 7 years of college (and 100k of debt) feel about as useful as a white crayon. Not only does everyone with more than 10,000 followers think they’re qualified to be both a fitness coach and nutrition expert, but people will literally believe ANYTHING. I’ve read some bold advice, anything from using detox tea to “reset your body” to a diet that claimed you could lose 100 lbs in less than 2 weeks. Why do we buy into this? Why are we so desperate that we will pay thousands of dollars for someone else to do the work? So many companies are capitalizing on our desperation and lack of knowledge and we are letting them! I’m not judging because I’ve definitely done it. Whether it’s buying meal replacement shakes or using a “6 second abs” machine (Google it), there have been times I was totally convinced that my life was going to change from drinking what were essentially milkshakes and using a spring-loaded plastic toy that I pushed down with my arms. We’ve all been there. It’s so easy to get sucked into the idea that we can achieve body goals with minimal effort and easy shortcuts. But the (really annoying) truth is that it can’t be done eating pizza and donuts sitting on the couch watching Tony Horton or Jillian Michaels yell at people. It does take hard work and effort and discipline and all that other shit.

Have you ever wondered what it is that pushes people to lose weight? Why two people can do the same diet and workout program and one person can have killer results and the other barely notices a change? I do, I wonder this all the time! I’m not saying there aren’t physiological differences or that one person could have a medical condition, or gender difference, or any other excuse you’re thinking out loud right now. I’m saying you and your friend plan out a healthy lifestyle together and 6 months in you are canceling your vacation but your friend is shopping for a thong bikini to wear on her “suns out buns out” singles cruise. Clearly, it’s not the diet or the workout program. With everything I know about the physiology of exercise, what it takes to burn calories, which exercises will sculpt the ideal physique, I still don’t know what it is that determines whether or not we succeed or fail. Angela Duckworth writes in her book “Grit” that the best predictor of success is tenacity, the drive to never give up. Well, not to discredit her life’s work, but DUH. Obviously the people who succeed are the ones who never give up. However, I would personally not like to spend the rest of my days on this planet struggling with my weight. If I try and fail until I’m 95 to lose weight and finally succeed in my 95th year am I successful? That literally sounds like a living hell. I want to know what the magic ingredient is (don’t you dare tell me it’s spinach, I hate spinach), there has to be a common denominator among people who lose weight and keep it off.

When you think of all the reasons we say we can’t lose weight it’s most commonly outside factors, “I can’t afford to shop for healthy food, I don’t have time to work out, I have to cook meals my whole family will eat, I don’t know how to use gym equipment” although these are valid, I don’t think they are why people fail at losing weight. Think about celebrities, they have access to personal dietitians, chefs, trainers, the most advanced technology and equipment, they have nannies, and chauffeurs, and personal assistants who can block time in their schedule to work out. Wouldn’t it make sense that every rich person would always be in the best shape of their lives if that was their goal? But it’s not that way, we see some celebrities battle with their weight for years, not to mention any names (because, like, what if I’m famous one day, I don’t need beef with billionaires) but even some spokespeople for weight loss programs are overweight and have been for decades! In a totally opposite scenario, there are people losing weight and getting in the best shape of their lives while facing obstacles and resistance from all sides. I watched a YouTube video about guy who saved up enough money to not work for a year and dedicate that entire year to getting in shape. He was successful and looked amazing, he kept with that lifestyle as far as I know and continues to live his best life. Oh and I forgot to mention that HE DIDN’T HAVE HANDS. I also went to college with someone who was in a horrible motorcycle accident which left him paralyzed from the waist down and now he does pull-ups in a wheelchair, like pulls himself up while in the wheelchair. I looked it up and wheelchairs typically weigh between 35-50 lbs. I can’t do a pull-up and this kid is adding weight to his workout and does not have the use of his lower body! People overcome the most extreme misfortunes to reach their goals, so why doesn’t everyone follow suit?

Do we have to face some type of adversity to succeed, does complacency stifle our dreams? Is the mentality that “it’s not great but it’s not awful” what keeps us from reaching our full potential? Sometimes I think it is. Losing a significant amount of weight, training for something, or manipulating your physique in any way is an internal struggle. I mean sure, you can have trainers and dietitian designing your plans and stuff like that but whether you succeed is 100% on you. When you compare it to other accomplishments in life it really is a unique category. There are no connections in fitness. No one has ever succeeded in weight loss because their dad knew a guy.

I’ve come to the conclusion that it must be mindset. Our mindset determines our success (I realize this is not a groundbreaking discovery but hear me out). I’m sure if you’ve ever stumbled into the world of self-help you’ve heard this before. Well, maybe it’s stupid and it won’t work and maybe it’s the key to success! Either way, it literally costs nothing to try this and I’ve done a lot of other stupid things in my life so it can’t hurt. I don’t know about you, but my self-talk is awful. I constantly make fun of myself or think that “this is just how I am, and I’ll never change” which yes, I KNOW that’s a terrible habit but it’s true. So we’re gonna try some affirmations. I’m going to work on my mindset. Meditation, positive thinking, all that jazz. It will be something like this although I can’t stand on my sink, I can dance in my bathroom 🙂

there is no health without mental health

I know you’re probably reading this blog for weight loss tips and tricks, some real insight into struggling with body positivity, or just to follow my journey but this week I want to talk about something else, something a little less sexy: mental health. What most people don’t know about me is that I was diagnosed with depression 5 years ago and I have been struggling to find balance ever since. You might be thinking “not you Sandi, you’re so funny, and vibrant, and smart, and beautiful” well, that is correct I am all of those things, but I’m also depressed. Depression looks different on everyone. Sometimes you’re the sad person in the Cymbalta commercial who stays in bed for 3 days and sometimes you’re the life of the party then trying to figure out how to make a car crash look like an accident on the way home. This has become such a taboo topic in our society and I know how divided everyone can be on the subject but after telling the world I gained 40 lbs in a summer and crying in a video, talking about my depression feels less scary.

One thing I think people need to understand is that depression is not sadness or grieving or feeling sorry for yourself. You don’t have to have “something to be depressed about”. My worst bouts of depression have happened when everything else in my life was going great. Over the last year I’ve gotten a new job, new apartment, made some fantastic friends, and filled my mind with books and podcasts dedicated to self-improvement. In spite of these positive changes, my depression has recently hit an all-time low. It’s such a strange feeling to stop involving yourself in things that usually bring you so much joy. I experienced this when I spent a day at the beach this summer. I walked on my favorite boardwalk, shopped at my favorite stores, and ate at my favorite restaurant but for some reason I cried almost the entire day. I can’t explain it; I can’t accurately describe the emotion but I know it takes over every aspect of your life. Anyone who knows me knows that my love for greeting cards runs deep. I enjoy nothing more than spending hours rifling through rows of stationary trying to find the perfect birthday message. However, in the last few months I have not sent one birthday card, not to my dad, or my sister or my best friends. Something so simple that used to be the highlight of my week has been replaced with anxiety and stress. The very idea of picking out a card was so overwhelming to me that I avoided it completely. Ironically, the guilt I felt from not sending cards was just as upsetting as my irrational fear of sending them.

I could go on for hours with examples of how depression has affected my life but I don’t need to, I’m not trying to prove that I’ve been depressed. Members of my own family don’t believe in depression or agree with being medicated so I’ve given up trying to educate people who don’t want to learn. The reason I’m sharing this is the same reason I told everyone that I’ve eaten an entire box of oatmeal cream pies in one sitting- because maybe someone reading this needs to know they’re not alone. I know that sounds cliché like I’m doing an E news interview saying “if I could just help one person it would all be worth it” but it’s true, I do want to help people. I don’t really want the recognition (unless there’s money involved…just kidding, kinda) but I started this blog because I couldn’t find someone at the beginning of their weight loss journey who was going to be honest about the struggle, so I became that person. I’m also sharing this because I haven’t written in a month and I thought y’all deserved to know why. I don’t know if my depression will go away completely, lie dormant for a while, or have to be suppressed by medication but I do know that ignoring it does more harm than good.

On lighter note, we’ve started a new year which is exciting if you count your life in calendar years. Personally, I only measure time by how old I am but I’ve decided to make some resolutions this year because I’m going to be 30 YEARS OLD. I will have taken 30 trips around the sun, experienced five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes (30 times), and done a lot of other cool shit I don’t feel like listing (if you’re about to turn 30, don’t Google “things you should do before 30” trust me). I COULD dwell on the fact that by the age of 30 I thought I would be married with a bunch of kids and I’m currently single with an empty uterus but we’re not going to do that today. I’m going to focus on fitness and nutrition and really strive to push myself like I never have before. The next 5 months will be my time, I’m sure of it. Maybe you think New Year’s Resolutions are dumb (maybe you’re dumb) but anytime someone sets a goal to better themselves it is something to be celebrated. So blog reading people, I’m setting my goal right here, right now. I’m going to lose enough weight to fit into the overall shorts I bought last summer that I only wore once because who knows how long this 90’s trend will stick around and they can’t go to waste. I don’t want to make it about numbers, I want it to be about how I feel and let me tell you, I felt pretty damn good in those overalls.

Join me if you want! Maybe you’re not turning 30, maybe you’re turning 50 and the kids are out of the house and you can finally make whatever you want for dinner after 18 years of chicken pot pie with extra peas even though you hate peas. Live it up! Throw out the peas and never look back!

I wanna quit the gym!

The title of this post (I wanna quit the gym!) is from Season 4, Episode 4 of FRIENDS, “The One with the Ballroom Dancing.” If you’ve never seen FRIENDS and you have no idea what I’m talking about, I honestly feel that your life is incomplete up to this point. If you’d like to fill this void you didn’t know you had, just shoot me a message and I will gladly share my sister’s Netflix account with you so you can get caught up. You’re welcome.

I hate the gym. I really do. I don’t enjoy being surrounded by people while I’m trying to give myself a pep talk, pretend I can sing and dance like Beyoncé, or count down the minutes I have left out loud. Also, I want to look ugly without worrying if the person next to me is judging my back acne or my form when I’m squatting. I know there is a whole category of people who hate girls who wear makeup to the gym. Well, SURPRISE I’m one of them. It’s not vanity it’s insecurity. I have red hair and blonde body hair; my eyelashes need mascara or I look like a lizard. If I want to slap on some lashes and conceal the pimple on my forehead I’m going to. I’m an adult and it in no way impedes anyone else’s workout. The gym is intimidating, especially now with social media and horrible people taking videos to mock someone using a machine wrong or bully those who are overweight. I know what it’s like for women, because I am a woman but I think it’s equally as hard for men. In modern America, society has this idea that men should already know how to workout, they should be born with this knowledge the way they are born with the ability to use any remote control or gaming system. Women are seen as “teachable” and if we just continually repeat the phrase “I really want to be toned” trainers will shake their heads, roll their eyes, and hand us pink 5lb weights. It’s a battle of the sexes and we’re both on the losing team.

Thankfully though, we have the wonderful world of home workouts we can do in the privacy of our living rooms. A few years ago I was a dedicated P90X-er. Tony Horton was my guru and I felt like I could do anything (except a pull-up). I really like home workouts so we’re gonna give it another go with the same Beach Body community. One of my friends is a Beach Body coach and recently told me that I can get this on-demand version for $100 for a whole year so that seems like a pretty good deal to me. (Disclaimer: I am not a Beach Body coach or trying to sell you anything or telling you what you should do, I’m just telling you what I’m doing.) I also want to point out that everyone, including myself, is a hypocrite and maybe a year from now I’ll be a gym rat. A few more months of therapy might reveal that I’ve hated the gym this whole time because I was insecure with my body and once I’m confident I will change my mind. Or it could be daddy issues, who knows.

I realize that if you’re reading my blog you probably already know this, but for the people in the back I would like to inform you that not every girl wants to be stick thin and not every guy wants to look like The Rock. My goal has never been and never will be to look like a runway model. I like my curves. I feel better about myself when I’m less jiggly but still thick. Someone else might think differently and only feel confident in a size zero. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. Believe it or not (believe it) not everyone wants to conform to society’s perception of the “perfect body.” Across different cultures there are huge discrepancies about what kind of body is attractive. Also, it is constantly changing. For example, ever since puberty I’ve had a big butt and in high school one of my least favorite people and biggest bully in school used to call me “bubble butt” (it was not meant as a term of endearment). I would make sure all of my shirts or sweatshirts were long enough to cover my butt or my jeans were never too tight so he wouldn’t say anything. HOWEVER, fast forward to 2008-2018 and guess what? Big butts are back baby! Shout out to Kim Kardashian for pioneering the way for white women with substantial backsides to thrive. But, what if 10 years from now, big butts aren’t “in” anymore? Would I have to cut mine off or go back to wearing baggy jeans and over-sized sweatshirts? Here’s the thing though, I liked my butt in high school I just didn’t like being made fun of or being the butt of every joke (pun definitely intended). Someone else’s rude comments shouldn’t have an impact on how we feel about ourselves when we’re alone.

When I was coaching one of my best friends on weight loss she would grapple with whether or not she was losing weight for herself or because society told her she needed to look a certain way. One thing I said to her that I still believe is to think about how you feel when you’re alone with your significant other (if you are single, just pretend for a second). If you are going to squirm when they hug you and feel your back fat or if you always want to keep your shirt on during sex, that’s you, that’s not society. Sometimes even if they say “I love the way your stomach hangs over those jeans it took you 10 min to get into, or I think it’s sexy how your flabby arms keep waving after you’ve stopped” you still won’t feel good about yourself. Confidence comes from you, not from outside validation. What is most important is how we see ourselves, and I realize that it took me 29 years to come to this conclusion, but now that I’m here I ain’t going back.

Originally, I had the idea for Weight Loss In Real Life back in June but it took a couple of months of writing and deleting posts, asking everyone I know if they thought it was a good idea, and some soul searching to finally publish. During that time, I had planned to post videos and I filmed one at a particularly vulnerable moment in August. I had been wondering how people could have genuine emotion and thoughts on camera because unless your whole life is filmed do you just think to yourself “I’m about to cry, better get my phone out” and it turns out that’s exactly what I did. It’s really hard for me to post this video so please be kind. If you are someone who doesn’t like me and reads this blog maliciously then I guess this is the ammo you’ve been waiting for. But for everyone who is reading because they relate to the struggle, here is an honest account of how hard ordinary plans can be when you’re uncomfortable in your own skin.








Old habits die hard

My introduction to the fitness world came from none other than The King himself, Richard Simmons. I used to grab one of my dad’s “B.U.M. Equipment” t-shirts, a pair of my sister’s gym shorts and prepare to be transported back in time dancing along to ‘Sweatin to the Oldies’ with my mom. The choreography to ‘My Boyfriend’s Back’ is burned into my brain to this day. If you’ve never done a Richard Simmons workout video, do yourself a favor and get your hands on a tape (although you’ll probably have to find a VCR first). His energy is contagious, somewhat unsettling, but emphatic nonetheless. Little did I know that this early exposure to fitness was mild compared to how I would act in the future. Over the next twenty years, my yo-yo dieting would range from hilariously naïve to dangerously dumb.

In 6th grade, I read a magazine article that said apple cider vinegar would cause you to drop pounds like magic if you took a shot of it before each meal. A classmate and I had been scheming for weeks on how to lose weight before the 6th grade dance and finally I had our answer. We were convinced drinking the apple cider vinegar had to be done in secret because for some reason this common household drink was only for adults so each morning, I would “steal” some from my kitchen and hide it in my lunch box. When we were supposed to go to lunch we would sneak away to the bathroom, down a shot of the vinegar and hurry to the cafeteria like we just hid a body. This lasted about a week because it tasted disgusting and one time it spilled in my backpack and I smelled like vinegar all day. Eventually I bought a “thank god I’m cute” shirt which really flattered my prepubescent body and went to the dance.

In high school however, things took a dark turn when I watched a Lifetime movie about a bulimic woman struggling to accept her changing body throughout her pregnancy. It was like a playbook on how to develop an eating disorder. I remember feeling almost giddy that I had discovered a way I would be able to lose weight while eating whatever I wanted! All I had to do was make myself throw up afterwards, easy. Well, it wasn’t easy; it was gross. I always smelled like vomit and there was no privacy in my house so I could only do it at school, so I stopped. I know now that I didn’t actually have an eating disorder which is why it was so easy for me to stop. The worst part about this was that I decided to brag to some of my classmates about my new found methods and a few of these girls actually did develop bulimia. I ultimately gave them the idea that led to a much bigger battle they had to fight without me. I think about that a lot.

Most recently, I’ve had a harder time controlling myself from overeating as opposed to extreme weight loss. I moved to a new city 10 months ago to start a job. About 2 weeks after moving I discovered a year round farmer’s market conveniently located on my way home from work. When I harmlessly stopped one day to buy flowers, I discovered what would become my newest obsession and own personal form of kryptonite; homemade oatmeal cream pies. These cookies are brought in from an Amish bakery and taste SO GOOD. One is easily enough to feed 2-3 people, they are soft and crispy all at the same time, the filling is creamy and not too sweet, the ratio of oatmeal cookie to vanilla cream is perfect, I could go on and on. For about 6 months, I stopped and got one EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. They were $1.50 ($1.59 with tax) and if I didn’t have that in cash I found myself buying literally anything they were selling to hit the $10 minimum for a credit card. I couldn’t quit. I would leave work at different times so I wouldn’t have time to stop (I just ended up being late for whatever I was doing), I would call my mom or my sister to distract me, that didn’t work. Finally, I decided to drive a different way home from work. I haven’t driven passed that place in 2 months. That was the only way I could stop myself from eating these cookies. This isn’t willpower. This is some kind of Darwinian survival mode kicking in to save me from myself. Whatever the reason, I’m calling this progress.

I can classify my life into two time periods; times when I was trying to lose weight for an event and times when I was eating like a bear two weeks away from hibernation. I’ve learned a lot about my unstable fitness and nutrition habits since I’ve started writing and really examining myself (which isn’t easy or fun by the way). I think my lifelong mentality that I should only try to get in shape or lose weight because of an upcoming event is a real, fundamental problem. The 6th grade dance, a pool party, dance recital, the prom, a wedding, or a trip to the beach don’t have anything to do with my overall health and what I’ve been doing is unhealthy. I also just want to take this opportunity to remind ya’ll that I know this stuff, I studied it for 7 YEARS AND I SUCCESSFULLY COACH PEOPLE ON WELLNESS EVERY DAY. I wanted to reiterate that because it’s not a lack of knowledge that’s holding me back it’s something else and I’m working to overcome it all the time.

Do you know what happens when you drink a lot of water? You pee a lot, yes, but you also poop a lot! Don’t get all weird about poop either, everybody poops (it’s a book, read it). So like, even if you’re not trying to lose weight you should drink more water to keep yourself regular. Just a thought. I met my goal of drinking half my body weight in water most days over the last week. It wasn’t anything life changing, honestly. Like, yes I went to the bathroom more often and I actually felt less bloated but that was about it. BUT the real victory was the sense of accomplishment I had from meeting my goal. (Side note: if you’re trying to do this and its 10 pm and you didn’t drink enough DO NOT try to chug the remainder before going to bed because you will come dangerously close to peeing the bed even if you are an adult.) I always tell the people I coach to make one change at a time so this week my goal is to wake up an hour earlier. Let me just tell you right now how much I hate getting up early. I HATE IT. However, I just got a second job and if I’m going to work out, it’s going to have to be in the morning. I don’t want to do this but I have goals and you know what they say: “no pain, no gain, a rolling stone gathers no moss, you reap what you sow, grin and bear it, learn to walk before you can run, strike while the iron is hot!’ People say a lot of crap that basically just boils down to if you want to do something, do it.

I have so many questions

All week I’ve been thinking about reasons why people want to lose weight. If you ask someone why they’re doing a new diet/workout plan you’ll usually get a response about an upcoming event they’re preparing for, health issues that would be improved with weight loss, or my personal favorite “I just want to FEEL better.” Rarely does anyone come out and say “I want my body to look hot for my significant other, I want to look good at the beach, I want to feel confident when someone’s hitting on me.” Why don’t we say these things? What’s wrong with wanting to lose weight for these reasons? We spend millions of dollar a year on flattering clothes, makeup, cosmetic procedures, hair extensions, teeth straightening/whitening, breast implants for women, hair plugs for men, the list goes on. But when someone wants to know why we’re losing weight we’re suddenly afraid to admit that vanity plays a role? How you feel in your own skin impacts your entire life. For example, right now I am so uncomfortable. I have zero sex drive, I don’t want to go shopping, or out with my friends, or attend social events. I will be getting ready for some kind of outing and then think to myself “my jeans don’t fit and I’m not wearing leggings again so I’m not going.” This weight gain is literally affecting everything. So, is this the new me? Will I avoid sex for the rest of my life? Will I make excuses to skip birthday parties, weddings, drunken hay rides, and reunions forever? OR, will I just accept that this is my size now and magically be cured of these insecurities? Is that how it works? Will this go away? I need answers.

Every other time I’ve gained weight I’ve found a way to lose it whether it was through diet and exercise or a broken heart, one way or another the pounds came off. Don’t ask me why this time is different, I have no idea. I couldn’t tell you why at 29 yrs old and in the most selfie-obsessed era of our time, I care less about my appearance than I did at any other time in my life. I thought about why I’m not doing anything about this, what’s holding me back, and the only thing I came up with was that I just didn’t want to put in the time and effort and sacrifice that is required to meet my goal. That’s it. I just “don’t want to.” It’s a horrible thing to admit, but it’s true. I don’t have kids, I don’t work 14 hour days, I live alone, I have a big living room and plenty of space to work out. Essentially, I have everything I need I just don’t want to do it.

However, thinking about what I would be giving up to lose the weight made me realize how much of my life I’m ALREADY sacrificing by not doing things I enjoy because of my weight. For instance, I would never take a spontaneous trip to the beach with a group of people (that literally sounds terrifying) and I LOVE the beach. I would also never want to go for a hike with coworkers or friends, or run a 5k, go on a bike ride, or take a Zumba class. Social events like this do not sound fun because I would be embarrassed the entire time. So my question remains, which is worse, avoiding things you love because you hate how you look, or sacrificing donuts and pizza for a year while you work on yourself? Just typing that out makes me feel like a real asshole. Obviously it’s the latter, I just don’t want to admit it.

I think maybe I needed a wake-up call, a real kick in the pants to get me started. Honestly, I thought it would be publishing this blog. It wasn’t. I was convinced I would be instantly motivated because now I had accountability, people were reading what I wrote and hopefully rooting for me to succeed. Well, it turns out, it wasn’t the accountability, it was the horrifying moment that I didn’t even recognize myself in a video this past weekend.

I’ve been in a lot of weddings, I’m sort of a professional bridesmaid if you will. But, I’ll tell you a secret, when someone talks about a wedding I’ve been in, instead of thinking about the wonderful memories I have of supporting my friends on their beautiful day, I think about how fat my arms looked in each and every bridesmaids dress I’ve worn. One of my very best friends has pictures from her wedding day in her dining room and every single time I go to her house and see them I cringe and wonder if everyone else is thinking about my arms when they see the photo. Over the weekend I was in a wedding for a truly wonderful couple. I’ve been friends with the bride my whole life and after my first meeting with the groom I knew they would get married. I’ve known about this wedding for 10 months. I had almost a year to prepare. Well, on Saturday afternoon it took 3 grown women 10 minutes to zip me into my dress and 2 bridesmaids to put my shoes on for me because I couldn’t bend down without busting out of the dress. While riding in the limo the maid of honor was taking videos on her phone and when I saw them later on her Instagram story, I didn’t recognize myself. I did not realize the chubby girl sitting next to the bride was me. That was a rough moment to say the least. I didn’t drink at the reception and I drove myself home with my dress unzipped because my underarms were rubbed raw from my dress being so tight all night. This day was not about me, this was my best friend’s wedding and because I was so uncomfortable in my own skin I didn’t get drunk and grind on a groomsman like every good bridesmaid should.

I spent the next day being really honest with myself about my goals and how I want to live. And I’ve decided I’m just going to try again because what is the alternative, being miserable the rest of my life? I don’t think so. I am a fun person and I love life and I don’t want to stifle my personality because I’m insecure about how I look. Last night my niece and I were playing this game (which is not actually a game at all it’s just 50 cards with questions on them because someone decided that 7 yr old kids don’t ask enough questions already), and one of the questions was “Who is the funniest person you know?” and she said “I would have to say you, Aunt Sandi.” She’s a pretty popular kid, she knows a lot of people and I’M THE FUNNIEST PERSON SHE KNOWS. That was a real self-esteem boost. I thought about how upset she would be if I stopped making her laugh or hanging out with her because I was too worried about my weight. It made me realize that of all the reasons there are to lose weight, the only one that matters is whatever reason means the most to you. It does not matter what anyone else thinks, not your friends, family, coworkers, gym partner, the lady on Facebook trying to sell you weight loss shakes, no one. You are the only one who matters when it comes to this decision. If you are comfortable at your current weight, if you are confident and healthy and happy then there is no reason to change. If you are unhappy, then take the steps you know you need to take to improve your quality of life. It’s that simple and it’s that hard. Deciding is half the battle.

I’m sure it’s no surprise to anyone who read this whole post that I did not stick to my water intake goal from my last post. Tomorrow is a new day and that’s what I’m telling myself. I’ve filled up a 20 oz water bottle and it’s sitting beside me and I’m going to drink it first thing in the morning. I’m trying again this week because I want this for myself and no one else. I’m going to fail until I don’t anymore, I think that’s the only thing anyone can do.

Time to practice what I preach

I gained 40 pounds this summer. 40 pounds. In 4 months. Just to put things in perspective, the recommendation for a pregnant woman is to gain around 25 pounds in 9 months (I’m not pregnant). It takes 25 extra pounds to grow a human. APPARENTLY I was training for twins. I am currently the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life but I’m not going to talk about my exact weight because it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh. Read that again, it doesn’t matter how much you weigh. Someone who is 120 lbs can feel as uncomfortable in their own skin as someone who is 350 lbs. The number on the scale means nothing. Also, it can be more hurtful than you realize to vocalize what number you think is acceptable. I learned this the hard way a few years ago at Thanksgiving with my family. I was having a not-so-private conversation with my aunt about my weight loss goals when I referenced my current weight with disgust and dismay only to have her uncomfortably admit that my current weight was her goal weight. Actually, her exact words were “f—k you, that’s my goal weight.”

We are not here to shame other people into weight loss, if they have eyes and access to any reflective surface, they are WELL AWARE of their appearance. Don’t get me wrong, your appearance does matter but I’m not talking exclusively about weight I’m talking about how you put yourself together. For example, if ‘person A’ gains 50 lbs, comes to terms with it, buys a new wardrobe, and puts 100% into their appearance on a daily basis then that weight gain means nothing. However, if ‘person B’ gains 10 lbs and decides to live in a pair of Costco sweat pants and stop showering then they’ve just let 10 lbs change their entire outlook on life as well as everyone else’s perception of them. Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it. That’s a quote from someone in the “person A” category (in full disclosure I am definitely ‘person B’ but my sweatpants would be from Target).

Everyone always says you should write what you know. Well, in theory I should know everything about a healthy, fit lifestyle. I mean, I’m an “expert,” right? I have a master’s degree in exercise science and several years’ experience as a health or wellness coach. I’ve built my education and career around wellness. But what I know, I mean what I REALLY know, is that I’ve hated my body ever since I knew what it meant to hate your body. I can remember the exact moment I started to think I was chubby. I was 12-13 yrs old helping my dad paint our front porch while wearing a pair of jean shorts and a bathing suit top. One of my neighbors walked by and said something along the lines of “I see you sucking your stomach in, those shorts are a little tight.” That was it, that was my first clear memory of thinking my body was the wrong size.

My freshman year of college also sticks out in my mind because that was the first time in my life I was making totally independent choices about what I ate and how much I exercised. I had an 8 and 9 am class in the same building 5 days a week. I hated getting up early and there was a coffee shop next to my second class so instead of having breakfast before I left I ate in-between classes.  I would order a huge blueberry bagel with butter, cream cheese, AND strawberry jelly then wash this down with a large hot chocolate and add creamer. CREAMER. At this time, I had no clue how many calories I was consuming nor did I care. Now, 10 years and two degrees later, I realize I was eating 1,000 calories for “breakfast” everyday. That is roughly half of what most Americans (on average) should consume per day. As you can see I was really making the most of my new found freedom.

Talking about your weight is not easy. It’s embarrassing and it makes you feel vulnerable in a way you’re not always prepared to handle. Last week I cried before leaving to go out because I couldn’t bend down to tie my shoes without my jeans cutting into my stomach so hard that I couldn’t breathe. SAYING SHIT LIKE THAT IS EMBARRASSING. But, it’s true and I’m hoping it will help other people who are going through the same thing. It’s so easy to feed into the myth that YOU can’t reach your fitness goals but everyone else on the planet is drinking raw eggs at 5 am and hurdling the Art Museum steps like Rocky. It’s not one or the other, there are enough protein shakes for everyone.

I believe the best way to lose weight is to stick to whatever diet/exercise/lifestyle plan works best for you. But you have to stick to it, it’s not the plan it’s the dedication. Everyone is different and in my experience as a health and wellness coach there is no “one right way” to succeed. There are some universal guidelines of course so that’s where I’m going to start, by taking my own advice.

When I begin working with a new client, the first thing I do is have them step on a hydration scale and if their hydration level is below 50% (for women) or 60% (for men) I tell them to start drinking half their body weight in ounces of water each day. For example, if you weigh 200 lbs you should drink 100 oz of water a day. The fact that this is so hard for most people (myself included) really tells me a lot about humans in general considering the fact that we need water to like, live? Regardless, this will be my first goal. Wish me luck, or don’t, either way I’m doing it!